“You coming?”
I hurry out the door after him as he turns and begins to walk again. Four doors down, he stops.
“He might be sleeping. Dr. Fields gave him some medicine to help him relax. He is going to need some rehab for the arm, but he is going to be okay.”
I nod as he opens the door. I am surprised to find Mia and Lorenzo cuddled on a loveseat sleeping. My eyes trail to the bed where Matt is resting as well. I see the rise and fall of his chest, telling me he is breathing.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Lorenzo’s eyes pop open. He moves gently, but there is no point. Moments later, Mia is also awake.
“Morning, Sof. Are you doing okay?” She asks as she goes over and grabs Matt’s wrist and looks at her watch.
“I’m fine. Are you okay?”
She doesn’t answer right away. After a minute, she turns to me.
“I’m fine. Maybe a little hungry.”
She casts a look to Lorenzo.
“We will go get you two breakfast. Stay in this room.”
Bash orders. I nod and they leave, shutting the door behind them. I watch as Mia hangs another IV bag and shoots a shot of something into it.
“Is he going to be okay?” I inch closer to the bed to take Matt’s hand.
“He is going to be fine. He had no internal bleeding. It did hit a bit of muscle, but with a couple weeks of doing some rehab on it, he will be as good as new.”
I nod numbly. This man literally took a bullet for me. He barely knew me. He has a mother and sister to go home to and yet he took that bullet without questioning it. We might not have known each other well, but Matt just cemented his spot in my heart. I would always be indebted to him.
“I can’t believe you know how to do all of this, Mia.”
I attempt to change the subject.
“I don’t like to talk about this part of my life. Don’t take it personally, I didn’t tell anyone.”
I was the last person to judge someone on what they didn’t tell me.
“It’s okay. I’m not mad. I am glad as fuck that you know what you are doing You saved his life.”
She shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“There is more to you than Izzy and I know isn’t there.”
She nods then sighs.
“Let’s just say that I am not as innocent as you both assume I am. I just like to live in a happy bubble. You would too if you have seen some of the shit I have.”
A haunted look passes over her eyes. I sense another change of subject is needed.
“Did you call Izzy? Does she know where you are?”
Her eyes widen. “Shit!”
She picks up her phone and dials Izzy before putting it on speaker.
“Where in the fuck are you Mia Camilla Cortalione De Sicily?”
I wince at the fury in her voice.
