When I opened my eyes, the ceiling above me was white. The smell of antiseptic hit me first..... the hospital....
The memory came back like a train slamming into my chest.
I was drunk and when I woke up, we were naked.
My stomach twisted violently.
"How could he do this?"
"H..... how....."
A doctor was speaking, his lips were moving and his tone was calm and professional.
"Your blood pressure spiked….… stress induced syncope... … you need rest....."
I didn't hear him.
My ears were ringing.
My heart felt like it had been ripped open and stitched back wrongly, like a thousand knives were slowly turning inside my ribs.
"How could he do this?"
"How could he do this to me?"
The doctor left at some point.
I didn't notice when.
I only realized I wasn't alone when I felt someone standing in front of the bed.
I lifted my eyes slowly.
Alessandro.
His eyes were red and swollen like he'd been crying for hours. His hair was messy, falling over his forehead.
