Chapter - [ 39 ]

[ ALESSANDRO DE NIRO ]

Two days passed since the last surgery was perfomed on Aitana and she had been under artifical coma.The doctor avoided saying anything on her recovery neither on the baby,whether it's still growing inside my love or like others,it's too gone.

"Aless ,mio figlio, non prego da subito. È difficile per noi vederti come questo."My mother's soft voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

(Aless,my son,its not you anymore.It's hard for us to see you like this.)

"Mama when did you come ?"I looked over her and again on the sleeping figure of Aitana.

"Not long ago.I was talking to the nurse.They said she'll gain her senses soon,may be in the next hour or tomorrow. Isn't it good to hear after long depressing time."She tried to cheer up my mood but my hopes were running thin with passing hours.

"I don't know Mama.I just want her to be fine and back to me.I love her so much to imagine my life without her."I pressed my temples to surpress the throbbing headache.

"Go and take some