Five hours have passed.
The surgeon is talking with Sylviana and Tonia, though I don’t get most of their medical gibberish. Damian is finally out of the operating room, but not out of danger. My brother looks pale in his bed. An oxygen mask on his face and tubes are keeping him alive for now. Every bandage is reddish. Moon Goddess…
“Liam?”
I turn to them, and they both look a bit sorry. Exhausted, too. Tonia’s arm is in a cast. and some of her braids came undone. She fought a lot and still has obvious cuts. She’s been watching over both my brother and hers non-stop.
“Tonia, you should…”
“Don’t start telling me what I should do or not, kid. I’m fine. And I’m more worried about Nora and the Boss,” she sighs.
I nod, I know I can’t have the last word with her, anyway. I
