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I suppose I should have been more modest. Should have whined about Dante seeing my breast or how it was wrong for Marco to keep me shirtless while I'm in a coma.. but honestly? I had been fucking shot and kidnapped, and a random man seeing my boobs was the least of my goddamn worries.

Most of the pain I couldn't feel, thankfully. Aurora numbed the area with some sort of shot before her and Dante worked on removing my Stitches. She did the medical procedure while he handed her items and held a tray out to put the stitches onto.

"Keep in mind these are surface stitches Elvira. You can still tear the ones that are deeper inside." I didn't understand why she was removing them so early to begin with. Perhaps she learned different medical training. Once Aurora finished she covered my wound with a bandage and then rolled the cart to the door. "Dante do you mind staying and writing down her vitals? After that you're free to wander again."

"Of course not Doc," she left quickly, probably to assist the other injured people around the place. Once she was gone he grabbed a notebook and then moved to me instead of the monitors. "You should have run, I had the opening for you in the mall." He grumbled.

"Pardon me?" Was I high? I told Marco not to give me any damn drugs.

"Remi was there and everything Mrs. Valentina. All we needed was for you to run." He wasn't Italian, his accent was American. So had he been faking it all this time or was this now just another trick to see if I'd 'betray' Marco again?

"Who the hell is Remi?"

"Remi Conti Dammit." His voice was hushed, and he held a finger to my lip to silence me. "Now you're injured.. it'll take at least another month before you'll be able to fully recover."

"Who the hell are you?"

      Definitely drugged.

     "I'm exactly what is going to get you out of this situation. Now hush and listen to me." He wrote something down on the paper before raising his eyes to meet my own. "The next time I'm driving you somewhere, you better run for it."

     "Are you out of your bloody mind? Just because I was cleared for field doesn't mean I'm a damn Track star. Have you seen Marco? Not to mention he carries a gun. Believe it or not Dante I do indeed value my life." This had to be some sort of test. Earning Marcos trust was first on the list in order to get out of here.

     "Do you really believe that Marco would shoot you? For someone so brilliant you are plum idiotic when it comes to predicting men's actions." When I tried to sit up he held me down. "Cut that out before you hurt yourself. Marco will have my head dammit." A smile formed against my lips, one that triggered confusion against Dante's face.

     "Marco!" I yelled, my voice cracking as I did so. Dante quickly moved to the monitors and began writing things down quickly. "Marco!" I tried again, not sensing Marcos urgency to reach me.

     It took a minute before he opened the door to the room. "Is everything okay?" His eyes wandered the room until they met Dante's back.

      "I need help." Dante visibly tensed, though he didn't stop writing words down in his little book.

     "He isn't bothering you is he?" Marco spoke to me as if Dante wasn't actually in the room. Perhaps he just didn't care.

     "No he isn't," Dante released a breath of relief. I should have let him sweat the situation longer. "I need help." I repeated.

     "Anything. Tell me what you need." He was eager. Perhaps he was just happy I was even speaking to him? If my life didn't depend on it I wouldn't be.

     "Anything?"

     "Anything within reason. You know you aren't leaving me so if that's what you're asking about you called me in here for nothing." His arms crossed over his chest as we both watched Dante leave the room.

     "I want to take a shower."

     "You can't stand on your own, you shouldn't. Just hang in there for a couple more days." He gave me a blank expression, was I nothing more than a waste of time to him? Why bother keeping me if that was the case.

     "Then help me take one." His eyebrows rose at the request, a smirk spreading across his face.

     "If you insist, Micetta."

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Song - Say you won't let go / James Arthur