ISABELLA
We walked Inside, everything turned white walls, white coats, and white light burning into my eyes.
I was laid on a hospital bed like a shattered porcelain doll. The nurses moved frantically around me, voices overlapping as they cleaned the dried blood off my face and arms.
"She has bruising on the temporal lobe…possible concussion..watch for swelling…"
"She needs a sedative her vitals are spiking…" I didn't feel anything. Not really. I was floating outside myself, and those sounds kept going distant and distant.
Until his voice snapped me back to the earth. "I don't want to see a scar," Lorenzo said coldly from outside the room. "If you know your job, do it right."
His voice didn't raise… but that was an order he placed firmly and filled with authority. Every nurse in the room stiffened at his words.
