Always Romira

Chapter - 58

Third person pov:
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Time passes painfully slow for the one's suffering through it. It's only the people who come together to support each other are able to get to the other side of without much difficulties.

Dante walks in the room keeping Romero's unconscious body which is now hooked on fluids to get him recover the lost energy of the past few days. His hollow condition worries him greatly even though the doctors reassured that he fainted due to lack of sleep and nutrition intake and it was probably triggered by the sudden movement after keeping his body locked in a single position for so long.

Slade's eyes snap up to him, "Is it over?"

Dante nods.

"How did it go? What did the doctors say?"

Dante relaxes a bit, rubbing his face roughly, it's been a long few days, military training could help him for only so long before his body starts protesting, "They say it was a success but they are going to keep her under strict observation for few hours then they would do a follow up check up to determine the accurate status."

"Thank fuck." Slade exhales, then takes a close look into Dante's face, "Hey, why don't you take some rest yourself? I will stay here with him and handle it when he comes around. You could use some time off. You look terrible." He adds.

Dante snorts in return, "I still look better than your fuckface."

"You wish, old man. Just have some rest already."

Dante is already shaking his head before he is finished, "Not yet."

"But-"

"Soon." He promises, backing up to leave. He can't possibly rest, not until Romero and Akira both are awake and out of danger. Not until he knows it clearly that he hasn't failed them.

He will not fail his nephew again, and he will damn well do everything in his power to make sure of it.

He vows to himself as he disappears outside.

Slade sighs as he glances back to his best friend's sunken face. He appears to have lost some weight, and there is dark circles around his eyes. Even unconscious, a deep frown is itched on his face. He looks exhausted.

Slade can't understand his pain even if he tried. Even the thought of losing his Rachel sends him into panic mode, he doesn't even want imagine how King must have felt to watch his girlfriend almost die in front of him.

It fucking sucks that he doesn't know how to help his friend in the moment he needs it the most. He wants to be there for him, support him like King has in the the past. The least he could do is be by his side.

The friend in question stirs after a few hours, catching his attention. He stands from the couch and moves to be near him in case he might need something.

Romero blinks, glancing around in confusion. Where the fuck is he? He rakes his mind and only one answer comes back.

"Ray." The words are out before he could process it.

"She is going to be fine, bro. The second surgery was successful. The doctors are hopeful for a quick recovery. They are still keeping her under observation so there isn't anything you could do out there so it's probably better if you stay here and-"

Fuck

He sits up, grunting at the pain by his side. He looks down to his hand to find it pierced with needles. He starts to yank them out harshly, hissing through his teeth.

"Woah, what are you doing, man? Stop, you're gonna hurt yourself!" Slade demands, while trying to catch his hands.

Romero ignores him and stands up abruptly, only to sway on his feet, if it wasn't for Slade's hold he would have fallen his face down. Taking an urgent breath, he shakes off the hold and steadies himself.