Love

Katya

A team of doctors were on standby,

And they had given me an assurance that Ferrara was going to recover soon.

He had only passed out,

He wasn't even in coma,

And his vitals were good.

I chanted all these to myself as I entered his room, and yet, it didn't make it less heart wrenching, the sight of the man I loved, powerful Don Ferrara De Castello, lying immobile.

It felt as though a piece of my heart had been cut out, and was now being fed to me, forcefully.

The sounds of those machines blared tauntingly in my ears, haunting me, deeply.

My vision blurred instantly at the sight of my man, unmoving.

Something squeezed the naked wound in my heart, constricting it in knots.

It fucking hurt.

But it was even worse when I imagined the pain he must be going through.

A bandage had been wrapped around his arm, replacing the gash where he had been shot.

"Fe...Ferrara..."

I forced out his name from my dry throat, my fingers trembling as they ran across the bed where he had fucked me thoro