118. Deangelo is mine.

Elena.

I couldn't wait to see Deangelo. As I made my way to his room in the hospital, I felt anxious and nervous at the same time. I didn't know what to expect, but I knew I had to be strong for him.

When I entered his room, I could see that he was in pain. He was laid on the bed, and he looked so pale and weak. I wanted to rush to his side and hold him, but I knew that was not possible as I would put our secret relationship into the faces of others or something worse could happen and this was not something that was needed at the moment.

But immediately I walked into the hospital room, I could sense something was off. He was awake, and his eyes were open, but they were vacant. It was like he was looking through me instead of at me. I had never seen him like this before. In our relationship, he always looked at me like he loved me, like I was one of the beings that mattered so much to him. But now, it was like he didn't even recognize me. It hurt to see him like this, but I pushed my