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Fuck.
Stefano doesn't give a shit about anything or anyone but himself. Why in the world do I think he would care about me stealing from a hospital?
I slump back in the single-seater sofa next to Elle's bed and sigh deeply.
On my lap, my phone starts vibrating softly.
I lift it up, checking the message.
Sarah: Need your help in ER. Three people just came in at the same time.
Shit. There goes even the slightest chance I had of getting a little bit of sleep.
I stand up, tucking my phone back into my pocket.
With one last look at Elle I leave the room, heading back to the emergency room and whatever chaos needs my attention in there.
The entire time I'm wondering what kind of equipment or products Matteo is going to expect me to steal and how the hell I'm going to pull that off.
I should try not to worry about it now. The chances of him even being a match are so low. I'll worry about it when and if I need to. I don't need extra stress for no reason.
"Oh thank goodness you're back." Sarah rushes over when she spots me.
"What's going on?"
"Car accident. One guy went straight to surgery and the doctor has asked for you. You have to scrub in. I can deal with the other two guys; they were actually wearing seat belts, so their injuries aren't anywhere near as bad."
"Shit, ok, I better run." I take off at a fast jog towards the operating room.
I guess tonight is far from over.
STEFANO
"Oh, come on, Stefano." My half-sister, Caitlyn, huffs loudly, throwing her hands in the air for dramatic effect. "Why wouldn't you want me to ask the bride what flowers she likes or what colors she would prefer? It doesn't make any sense. She should give me her input for her own wedding."
"I told you twice already. Don't make me repeat it again after this. Amelia has no say in this wedding. She will deal with whatever is planned for her. She will wear the dress she is given, and she will smile and be grateful. So, you can go ahead and do anything you like. Just make sure it looks good."
Caitlyn rolls her eyes. "Getting her opinion would actually save me some work you know. You're leaving this entire thing to me to deal with. It's not really fair. Planning a wedding is a lot of work and you're expecting me to do it on my own."
I spin towards her in heated anger, sick of her complaining, and tired of her protests.
"Do I look like I fucking care, Caitlyn? Just get it done. And while you're wondering about what's fair and what's not fair go and look in your wallet, that credit card you find there; remember who it actually belongs to. Who funds it. And then come back and tell me what's fair and what's not fair. Now get the fuck out of my sight." I wave my hand in front of her face, dismissing her. She better leave now, because honestly, I'm so annoyed with everything today that if she carries on pushing my buttons there is no good way this will end.
"Fuck me?! You're an extra asshole today." She snaps then spins around and marches out of the room carrying the folder with the wedding details in it. She better get it done. And we have a tight timeline; I don't want to delay this anymore.
I turn back to my coffee, the mug sitting on the table in the living room.
It's probably cold by now.
Caitlyn's right though.
I'm definitely even more tense today than I have been the last few days.
Having to deal with Amelia has been something new, but today things are changing even more.
Amelia's daughter is being moved into the house this afternoon and there is a bit of mayhem as medical staff rush back and forth to set up her room. I've been watching them get things ready all morning.
I promised Amelia proper care for Elena - anything she needs - and I intend to keep that promise. But the entire process is bringing up a lot of memories of my own little girl, Merelda, and the pain of losing her. Watching her suffering in those last weeks has left especially deep scars on my heart. I don't want to think about her.
