Luciano's POV
Three full days in the forest have taken a toll on me. Today, more than ever, I want to be around a human being and someone that understands me.
Hiding behind sunglasses and in a black hoodie. I walk into the intensive care unit. I hear a heartbeat from afar in the corridor. A monitor beeping as I step in.
James lies motionless, deep in sleep in the hospital bed, his skin ashen and his lips dry and cracked. He is hooked to monitors and IV tubes.
I feel a heavy weight on my chest, looking at James as if something is squeezing my chest tightly. I feel like I am fighting to cry as if something trapped my tears inside.
Never in my life have I seen James this vulnerable. And all alone. Never did I imagine a time like this without Zia beside him making their silly crazy jokes.
