The lost mafia princess

Chapter 40

SALVATORE'S POV

My constant headache returns as soon as the doctor shuts his mouth.

I knew the survival rate wasn't looking good as soon as I saw my bambina fall to the floor, but this was worse than anything I could have imagined.

The fact that I might never hear my daughter's voice or see her beautiful eyes open again filled me with agonising pain. I might never get to see or hear her laugh with her family again. Never see the smile that was always engraved on her face.

Who would comfort me with positivity when I needed it the most?

My head slips down onto the side of her bed as I hold her hand tight in mine.

My heart aches as I see her blanket become damp from my tears.

I wipe my nose as I try and pat it dry for her. She doesn't deserve a wet blanket. She deserves only the best.

"Papa didn't mean to bambina" I tell her as guilt flows through me.

Guilt about everything. It's all my fault. It should be me in this bed. Not my child's. Hasn't she suffered enough?

I wasn't good enough to protect her. I'm a failure.

I will not let her go. I refuse to. She'll have to wake up and unclasp her hand from mine if she wants me to let go.

If I hold her hand in the right place I can feel the constant flow of blood through her body from her pulse. Another reminder that my baby is still here with us.

She's not gone, she will not go. I will not allow it. I will follow her into the afterlife and fight anyone who tries to take her soul from us.

Do they not know we can't live without her?

The tense silence in the room does no help for how I'm currently feeling.

One glance from me and the doctor excuses himself to the back of the room

He doesn't expect me to decide Alina's whole future in a matter of minutes, does he?

I'm dreading the conversation that's about to be had. No one's happy, and with the lack of sleep everyone's had due to wanting to cherish every moment they can with Alina, this will be the hardest thing anyone's experienced.

But we need to decide what's best for Alina. Everyone who's here is her family and deserve to give their opinion on what they think is best.

As I open my mouth to face my family I wince as I lick my chapped lips. The taste of salty tears doesn't help to ease the pain.

"So, what do we do?" I whisper out in a hoarse voice as I look hopelessly towards my family.

My whole family looks away from me.

I don't blame them. I don't want to make this decision either.

I sigh

"Living in a coma for the rest of her life is no way to live. She'll be living trapped  inside her own body waiting for the possibility to wake up, which most likely won't happen." I tell them.

I have to think rationally. I need the best for my daughter.

I can't trap my daughter in her body for the rest of her life. I know that she'd despise that. She hates staying still. It would be a shell of herself. She wouldn't be there.

Eveything that made Alina unique and herself would not be there anymore.

"We've got to at least try to bring her back. How do we know she won't survive when coming off the machines?" Adrian's small voice asks as he stares towards his sisters lifeless body.