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WARNING Mentions of sexual assault
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"Are you okay to have some visitors, Mr. Costello?" The nurse says.
Fuck me, it hurts. Even though I'm on a shit ton of painkillers, it still hurts a little. Most of all I'm really tired.
I nod my head, wanting to see her beautiful face again. Even though I'm probably not the prettiest view right now— the chest tubes attached to me, the IV, and all the other wires and tubes weren't making a pretty scene.
The nurse leaves and a few moments later, she walks in, Callan and Marco walking right behind her. And as soon as my eyes lay on her my heart beat quickens. This wouldn't have been embarrassing normally, but now I have a heart monitor exposing me.
"Ale," My name leaves her lips as a cry as she swings her arms around my neck, bending awkwardly over the bed to hug me.
I press a soft kiss to her shoulder, which is covered by a thick green sweater.
"You curled you hair?" I run my hand through her soft wavy hair. "Looks nice, baby."
She pulls back, a small smile on her lips as she wipes her tears. That smile however, quickly falls once she sees all the tubes and wires attached to me.
"You okay?" Marco asks, his brows furrowed in concern. Callan who stands next to him also shares the same look.
"Fuckin' great." That hurt to say. It hurts a little to speak.
The nurse walks in again, a tray of food in her hands. "Guys, please keep visiting short. Mr. Costello you'll have to eat something now."
I shake my head, "I'm not hungry."
"Okay, I'll keep it here anyways. If you need any assistance press the red button on the side of your bed." She puts the food on the table next to me, waiting for me to nod then walks out.
"I made you Persian food, I- um- I forgot it at home I'm sorry." I avert my gaze to Isabella, watching as she plays with her fingers almost anxiously.
"It's okay, I don't have any appetite anyway. Thank you baby." That's the sweetest fucking thing ever.
I push my head back in the pillow, my eyelids heavy. The tiredness is weird, it feels as if I haven't slept in days.
I feel an arm on my torso, a head pressed onto my chest. I look down to see Isabella hanging onto me, smushing her face into my chest.
"Wait," I pull away, grunting as I move to make space for her.
"Alessi-" Callan stops when I throw him a glare.
"Be careful." Isabella says as she helps me move, fixing the pillow underneath my head.
