VINCENZO'S POV
For a split second, I felt numb like I couldn't feel my body but I could see the blurry silhouettes of people around me.
Who were they?
The feeling of a thumping pain in my head made me wince but I couldn't bring myself to verbally express that but I felt the warm hands of someone on me, feeling me about.
Why was someone touching me that way? I wanted to scream at him to stop, to leave me alone, to get me water but I couldn't say a word, I was just there and fuck, I hated it.
Slowly, my senses came back to me and the first thing that hit me was the nauseating smell of antiseptic and blood followed by the sound of a beeping machine and a few muffled words ㅡin other words, the scents and sounds of a typical hospital.
My vision began to get clearer and I could make out a doctor hovering over me, his eyes fixed on me in worry.
"Don Enzo?" He leaned in closer, anticipation and anxiousness in his gaze like he was trying to confirm something.
