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“They better be,” I reply, turning to stare at the emergency room Daniel was wheeled into.
“Come sit, Ale,” my mother says with my hand in hers.
Her brown hair is in a low, messy bun. There are little wrinkles on her face. Her high cheekbones are distinct on her oval-shaped face. I inherited my narrow nose and full lips from her. My eyes are just as gray as hers.
“Are you alright?” Mia madre (My mother) points to my bandaged wrist as she takes a seat in the waiting room.
“It’s nothing.” I shrug as I sit next to her.
“You look sad, mio figlio (my child).” Her fingers sit on my lap as she tilts her head up to stare at me.
“Your father told me what happened.”
“I’m just a fucking mistake to him,” I reply with clenched jaws.
“Words,” she says sternly.
“Mi dispiace, Madre (I am sorry, Mother). Father just always gets on my nerves. I don’t know how long I would have to prove to him that I’m ready.”
She squeezes my leg gently. “You know how he is, Alessandro. Just give him time.”
I sigh with a slight nod. A nurse walks out of the ER, heading towards us.
“Is he alright?” I ask, standing to my feet.
“We’ve removed all the bullets. He’s stable now but needs some rest.”
“Can you have him transferred to my husband’s room? I want to have my eyes on both of them,” my mother says.
“I will need one of you to sign some papers,” the nurse replies.
My mother stands to her feet, adjusting her black, plain dress. “I’ll handle it.”
“Give me a second, ma’am.” The nurse disappears into the ER and comes out a minute later.
“Go check on your father. He is in room 18,” my mother says before following the nurse.
I walk down the hallway in search of the room my father’s in.
He is fast asleep as I stare through the transparent part of the door. His face is pale and his body, still.
“Excuse me, sir,” a nurse says. I give way to him as he wheels Daniel into the room.
Daniel’s chest is bare, with stitches over the bullet wounds.
I sigh with relief, knowing he is still alive. I couldn’t bear the thought of him dying because of me.
I wait outside for a few hours for my mother to return. She had called earlier to say that she had a few errands to run before returning to the hospital.
Daniel’s eyes are open when I finally peep through the glass section of the door to check on both of them.
He has his eyes fixed on Father’s arm with an expression of disbelief on his face.
I turn to check what he keeps staring at. It’s the arrowhead tattoo on Father’s arm.
But why?
Chapter six
