𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬

41- cinnamon rolls

When me and Lucas finished playing Monopoly for the second time- I won again- Diego gets a call from Eleandro, saying they're both done working and asking if I'm awake so they can come over.

Diego tells him that I'm awake and he can come over, and we all wait in my hospital room for their arrival.

When I see the door handle go down, excitement fills my senses, and most of all I would want to jump out of bed, and greet them first. But obviously in my condition, that's not possible and I just lay down waiting until they come to my bed.

When they do come in, I see a exhausted expression on their faces, which fades as soon as they see me. They both walk to me, crushing me in a hug, but still making sure that they're not hurting me.

"Did Diego and Lucas treat you right estrella?" Eleandro asks me, and I nod my head eagerly, although I hear protest coming from Lucas' side as if he thinks it's unbelievable to even question his care for me.

When both Eleandro and Adrian have greeted me, and communicated with me only not through words, I see Javi's face appearing in the door frame.

"I have good news Zina! You will be able to go home tomorrow. Although I'll have to check your vitals on a regular base, you should be fine to go." I see the faces around me lighting up, and the same goes for mine. "However, you can't do active activities, and you will have to have one of you brothers guide you at all time." Javie finishes, which I think is unnecessary, but is unable to ruin my excitement.

"And Zina there's another thing we wanted to talk to you about." Eleandro starts and it sounds like he's going to say something really serious.

I indicate him to continue.

"We know we can't force you, and we won't, but we would like for you to go see a therapist."

I stay silent at this and think about the possibility.

I've never really opened up to anyone before. The closest I've been to opening up to anyone was to Luca, and I didn't even tell him half of what I actually felt in fear of making him worried or hurting him in any way. The idea of opening up to a random stranger who gets paid to listen to me, sounds foreign in my ears, and I can't see myself doing that anytime soon.

I imagine that Eleandro can see the uncertain look on my face and he goes on, trying to convince me.

"We happen to know a really good therapist where Diego used to go to." All of us take a glance at Diego, reading a book, not even noticing his name had dropped. "She's a young woman, and lives in Connecticut, and she is a good and professional therapist, and helped Diego a lot." He finishes and I take another glance at Diego, noticing hes now more or less engulfing in the conversation.

I just nod and stare at my hands laying in my lap in front of me. I feel the gazes of al my brothers burning on me, and feel a hot pressure pulsing behind my eyes, when I can't seem to find any words to answer to him.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to Zina." Diego says to me, making me look up to his face. His gaze softens when he meets mine. "You don't have to."

I see Eleandro and Adrian sparing some glances at eachother, and see Diego glaring blatant at them.

When no one says anything and the conversation basically falls down, I hear Lucas' voice nearing from the hallway. I hadn't even noticed his absence.

"Please Javi, she is going away tomorrow!" I hear his pleading when he gets closer to the entrance of my room.

"I already told you that we can't do reckless things right now Lucas. If it isn't irrelevant, we should avoid it."

Javi answers strict to Lucas and I hear him whine when he enters my room.

"Zina, Javi is such a party pooper! I asked him if I could take you to the canteen– even in a wheelchair if it's necessary– but he refused." He pouts at me, basically asking for me to convince Javi.

Normally I would only do what I'd want to, and not take advantage over the power I have over my brothers, but the offer Lucas has does sound appealing.

That's why, when Lucas turns to Javi in his best puppy face, I imitate him, and we're now trying out bests to convince Javi.

"It's not going to–" He takes a second glance at my pleading face. "– ah fuck it. If you feel wel enough you can Zina, you know I can't deny you anything."

Me and Lucas do a little victory dance, and high-five eachother, and Lucas helps me stand up and seat me in my wheelchair.

Once I sit down out of breath from the effort I haven't made in the previous days, Lucas strolls the wheelchair out of my room and towards the canteen I assume.

"I had a cinnamon roll yesterday Zina, and I kid you not when I say it's so, so good! It's like perfect you have to taste it!" He rambles to me.

When we arrive, I see it isn't as busy as I'd expected and it satisfies me.

There is, however, a line of people in front of the checkout, and I expect Lucas to wait his turn, but he walks right past them and arrives first in line.

"3 cinnamon rolls please." He basically orders the cashier.

He quickly begins ordering the kitchen to prepare it, and you would think Lucas would have to pay, but he just takes the order and rolls my wheelchair to one of the available booths.

When we arrive I am full of questions, and deep down I know I shouldn't ask them, but my curiosity takes over.

"Why didn't you have to pay?" I ask him, and my voice croaks at the full sentence just said, after not talking for a while.

Lucas' eyes light up, and It takes him a second to realize that I asked him a question.

"You forget we own this place Zina. Most of the staff here basically fear us, let alone make us pay for our own things."

I nod in understanding as realization dawns upon me. I remember someone of my brothers say something like that, but I must've forgotten it along the way.

Then I remember that if my brothers own this place, everyone must've heard of their crazy sister now too.

This makes me so self conscious, that I quickly take a bite out of my pastry, feeling the taste tease my taste buds.

"What do you think?" Lucas asks me expectantly.

"Delicious!" I answer, while my mouth is stuffed with cinnamon roll.

"I knew you'd still like it." Lucas says almost more to himself than to me.

I hesitate before I ask:

"Still?"

He smiles as if remembering a memory.

"It used to be your favorite when you were younger."

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