Skinny.

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I looked up as my husband raced in, his eyes filled with tears of concern. "Lovino! Are you okay?" He stared at me, his green eyes seeming darker.

"I'm fine, Antonio" I mumbled. I reached an arm out for him but flinched as i realized that i wasn't wearing my sweater, the scars on my tan skin covered with bandages and on my other arm it had an IV in which i think was supplying me either with pain meds or nutrients that my body so desperately needed.

"No you aren't, Lovino." Antonio took my hand, a deep frown on his face. It wasn't normal to see Antonio frown. I didn't like it.