Luca's POV
I look down at my clasped hands infront of me as I bend over and rest my hands on my knees. I feel Eliza's hand rubbing circles at my back and the sound of Stefan pacing infront the operating room door echoing through the hall. I raise my head to see the Operation in Progress sign still lit up and run my hands over my tired face.
Leaning back in my seat I look over at my worried parents. My mother has her head on my father's shoulder while silent tears run down her face. She sees me looking at them and gives me a wobbly smile while swiping at her tears. The sound of someone approaching has everyone's head whipping around. Bella stands before us with her hands extended forward. Two large trays with coffee cups look at us.
"I figured you guys would need something to tide you
