CHAPTER HUNDRED-TWO

LUCA'S POV.

"We would perform the surgery tomorrow, so you can decide if you want to stay here till then," the doctor said, going back to glancing through her monitor, not even noticing that I was literally dying inside.

"So h-how sure are we that the surgery is going to be successful?" I managed to say, my insides shaking with anxiety.

"It's a fifty fifty, you have to be hopeful that it's going to be successful," the woman said, her focus totally elsewhere, maybe on a different patient.

I could barely breath and I feared that soon I was going to need medical attention too. Fuck. I couldn't believe it.

Scarlett, stubborn and headstrong Scarlett was unconscious and fighting for her life in a hospital. Scarlett, my Scarlett. A pang shot through my chest. No!

I should've told her how much I cared for her, how I really felt -not just the physical attraction. I should've told her that she was the only woman who I'd felt something for in a very long time. I should've never done all tho