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“He can be a bit scatterbrained,” I told him with a grin as I pulled on my sandals and buckled them up. “But he means well.”
“Yeah, well, he needs to think before he speaks,” Giovani smirked, crossing his arms as he waited patiently for me.
He held out a hand to me, and I grinned, reaching for him before I paused. I looked back at the table, still full of food, and quickly plucked one of the muffins from the bowl and then grabbed his hand.
Giovani laughed as I bit into the muffin happily, letting him lead me to the door.
“Don’t let Gabriele see. He’s a stickler for the no food in the car rule.” He grinned.
“But that rule doesn’t apply if he doesn’t know, right?” I asked, innocently.
“Only for you,” Giovani leaned over to kiss my forehead, and I felt the smile on his lips when he kissed me. “Only you.”
*Olivia*
Tallon was in the front seat of the black SUV when we came out. The window was down, and his arm hung out the door as he waved to us casually.
“Hey.” He grinned. “Care to take a ride?”
I chuckled, rolling my eyes as Giovani completely ignored him and opened the backseat door. I stepped inside, buckling up. Once everyone was inside, buckled, and ready to go, Gabriele started the car.
The bubbling excitement in the pit of my stomach nearly tripled in size as I grinned widely.
“Excited?” Giovani chuckled.
“Of course, I can’t wait to see her and finally have her home,” I told him happily. There was nothing else I wanted more in the world than my best friend back.
Having been through this several times now, the ride went by fairly quickly as each of us got lost in our own heads.
Once we arrived, Gabriele pulled up to the patient center, deciding to wait in the car for us as he parked. There were quite a lot of people here already, and the sun was burning overhead. The summer heat in Italy was brutal.
It was going to be a very hot day. I bounced in place as I waited for Tallon and Giovani, though they both looked amused by my excitement.
“Calm down. She’s still gonna be there in a few minutes,” Giovani reminded me with a smile.
“Yeah. There’s no rush, Livi.” Tallon grinned as he leaned his arm on top of my head like I was an armrest.
I rolled my eyes, pushing him off. “So? We have a whole day planned,” I said, proudly. I was keeping my promise to her. It was a Dahlia spa day, and nothing was going to get in our way.
We headed inside, Tallon and Giovani following me as I practically speed-walked into the building. The same receptionist from yesterday was at the desk, reading her magazine and ignoring all the waiting room guests.
I jumped as I heard a scream from one of the children, their siblings chasing them across the slick floors. I smiled at the sight as Giovani stepped up to the receptionist.
“We’re here to see-“
Before he could even finish, the receptionist just waved her hand toward the doors.
“Go on,” she said, flipping a page as she didn’t even look up.
Giovani glared at her irritatedly but turned away without starting a fight. If it had been Alessandro, I had no doubt he would’ve taken it as an insult.
While Tallon and Giovani just turned away, I smiled at the receptionist.
“Thank you,” I said, politely as I passed by.
She paused her finger on the next page and looked up in surprise.
“Uh, you’re welcome?” I heard her reply in confusion as we passed by. No doubt she didn’t hear a lot of gratitude, though she could really learn how to be more attentive and do her job better.
Still, she remembered who we were and who we were here to see. I doubted after witnessing the almost-fight last night that she would ever forget us, but I appreciated it nonetheless.
The halls were busy with passing nurses and doctors, and I heard quite a few loud mechanical ringing sounds as we passed through to Dahlia’s room. Giovani led us straight into her room, not even bothering to knock on the door as he opened it.
Dahlia would tear him a new one if he tried to do that at home, no doubt.
We piled in, and I spotted my best friend finally in her regular clothes. She sat on the edge of the hospital bed, her legs swinging back and forth as she held her casted arm in her lap.
She wasn’t alone because we had finally found the missing Alessandro.
He looked incredibly serious as he spoke with a doctor in a lab coat–Dahlia’s doctor, I remembered from when we last met her.
“Make sure she doesn’t bump or hit the suture area especially, or she could re-open the wound. The placement of the stitches also means she needs to keep it dry for at least twenty-four hours, but preferably forty-eight,” the doctor said, quite firmly. “And if you have stairs in your house, make sure she doesn’t go up or down them for at least a week.”
“That won’t be an issue,” Giovani said, confidently.
Alessandro and the doctor both turned to us, only one of them smiling.
“You must be her cousin, Giovani?” the doctor asked, raising her hand.
Giovani took it gratefully before stepping away.
“We moved her room to the first floor, so she won’t have to use the stairs at all,” Giovani told her.
“Wait, what?” Dahlia turned to look at Giovani, her mouth agape. “You moved my stuff? What the hell?”
“It’s only temporary, Sis.” Tallon grinned. “Besides, we didn’t go through your panty collection; the maids did.”
“Shut up, Tallon!” Dahlia growled, her cheeks growing red in embarrassment. “I do not have a panty collection!”
Yes, she did.
I thinned my lips to keep from laughing as I glanced to the side, not making eye contact with her at all. It was more accurate to say she had a panty and bra collection since she had matching sets. It was quite extensive and impressive.
“I can see how loved you are, Dahlia.” The doctor laughed, winking at Dahlia, who only blushed further. She looked like a red fire hydrant at this point as she sulked.
I giggled, taking pity on her as I took a seat next to her on the bed. I wrapped one of my arms around her shoulder, giving her a side hug.
“We all love her very much,” I beamed happily.
“Sap,” Dahlia scoffed, but I could see the smile on her lips as she leaned into me.
“Alright, that should be the last of the instructions. Here are the discharge papers. They outline everything you need to know about her stitches and wounds.” The doctor held out a thick pile of printed papers, and both Alessandro and Giovani grabbed it at the same time.
The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife as the two stared at one another, neither backing down.
