the curtain is ripped open, and I do mean ripped. My heart stops when I see Gio standing on the other side. “Ellie, what the fuck? What’s wrong? What happened? Why isn’t there a fucking doctor in here?” He fires off question after question while stepping up to the bed. “Gio, relax. I’m fine.” I cup his face in my palms. “Fine? You’re in the fucking hospital, Ellie. That is not fine. What happened?” he asks as his hands run down my arms. “Nothing. It’s my sister. She’s in surgery.”
