Eighteen

Compared to the few times she'd been sick, woken up in a white room with the scent if antibiotics feeling her nostrils and leaving her almost nauseous, Jasmine felt a sense of calmness as the bright rays of sunlight brush across her face. For one she was aware she'd been in a life threatening situation and most likely would be in a hospital. But she knew she wasn't; not just because she'd been constantly drifting in and out of consciousness while being transported from the hospital to an unknown location. 

She caught sight of a man holding up the curtains to let in more sunlight, a natural remedy for quick recovery. Her body still ache and her breathing heavy, but Jasmine still found enough strength to call out,

"Hey," a croaky weak sound left her mouth,

"Chicca?" Marcello immediately runs to the side if her bed, "Ciao bella ragazza, how are you feeling?" He smoothened hair from her face to the back of her ears, giving her a small genuine smile,

"Hi. Are