Elena had no idea what was happening. She could barely keep her eyes open for a few moments. Even when she did, she had a hard time identifying what was going on.
Once she felt someone strong hold her hand, begging her to stay.
Another time she heard electronic beeping and smelled the familiar scent of antiseptics and other medical cleaning supplies.
She heard a lot of murmuring that she couldn't make out.
Sometimes she would dream. That was pleasant. Her dreams felt more real than the flashes of consciousness she experienced.
But one dream felt more real than the others.
Every so often, she would wake up and see Massimo peering at her with such unguarded affection that it made her heart melt. He would speak to her in a voice so gentle and soft—a voice she had never heard Massimo eve
