The doctor insisted on running tests to determine whether any of the drugs remained in her system. Until the results came back and her body was strong enough for the procedure on her thumb, Veronica was sedated to keep her calm and spare her further pain.
She slept beneath the white sheets, one hand resting inside Luca's. Luca refused to move. He had not slept in five days. What were a few more hours? Sleep was an absurd luxury when he could have lost her. Every time his eyes began to close, he saw that warehouse again. Saw David's hands on her. Heard her scream. Felt the knife entering his arm while he watched his wife injure herself because he had told her to.
So he sat beside the bed, freshly stitched and bandaged, watching her breathe.
