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Athena Vasilios had just figured out that her parents had been leaders of the Italian Mafia. Unfortunately, they've passed away and passed it down onto her. Athena isn't ready in any way to lead a mafia, as she's just getting...
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song: medicine - daughter ❀ ·˚ ༘ ∘
GRAY WAS IN a pile of blood for far too long. I couldn't get out, the chair was metal, no way to break it, the rope was far too thick and too tight.
Gray got shot for me. He shot his brother for me. He used the last of his strength to shoot his own father to protect me. He said he wanted to fall in love with me. He showed me the stars. He built a library for me.
"Gray!" I shouted, breaking into a sob. I didn't tell him. I love you, Gray. "Please.." I pleaded, anyone, anything. Gray's blood was spewing everywhere, encasing his body in crimson red. I didn't know where he had been shot, all I knew is he was and I was currently watching his closed eyes and blood cover him entirely.
"Gray, please. It should've been me." I whispered, unable to hold back the sobs and tears escaping.
"Athena, Athena!" Spade's voice. I couldn't look up. Not when my heart was dying for a break. Not when my body was shaking with the sobs I was releasing.
"Hey, hey. It's okay. Look at me." Jack came up to me, causing my eyes to fly open, his face so comforting but it wasn't him. "Let's go, he'll be okay." He reassured me but I couldn't believe him until I saw him alive and well.
Everything after that was just a blur of events. I couldn't remember anything. I was caught up in a stage of pure grief and anticipation, waiting to hear back from anyone that he was okay.
I felt so numb, unable to move.
"Good news," Spade walked into the living room, making my head immediately jolt at his words. "The doctor said he was shot barely just beside his heart. He's okay. Unconscious, though." He smiled comforting at me and handed me a cup of hot tea, steaming from the top of the cup.
It's been three days since hearing from anyone about any news.
I nearly collapsed with relief, my whole body falling onto the couch. "Oh, thank gosh. Thank you." I whispered to anyone really, so glad he was alive. Hurriedly, I rushed through the hallways and into the so called nurses office. They had explained to me it was unsafe for him to be in an actual doctors office so they hired one.
He was sleeping, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths, shirtless. His hair was all bloody and sweaty, covering some of his forehead. "He's okay?" I looked to the doctor for confirmation and he just nodded, signaling to me it was okay for me to visit.
He left the room. I approached Gray, sitting on the edge of the bed, there was no railing to keep him from falling. But Gray's not a messy sleeper, so it's okay. Unlike me.
I held his hand in mind, shivering at how cold it was. Usually I'm the one who's so cold. But nothings usual now. "It should've been me." I whispered. Tears suddenly blocking my vision with blurry specks and blobs.
