Kamara’s POV
It’s been three days in the hospital, and Nana has yet to wake up. I’ve been getting better, and it seems like I could return soon, except for the wound I got. It made me wonder if this was the shit they went through in the mafia underworld. Who would be so crazy enough to work in this kind of line?
It wasn’t like I cared or anything.
Standing from my hospital bed, I headed out of my room, heading towards Nana’s. Chantelle had left to get me some things to eat due to my cravings for something sweet. Of course, Diego doesn’t know about it. I was free from the personal nurse due to being in the hospital, which meant I could sneak and eat up anything I wanted.
I was about to enter Nana’s room when the door was opened, but I paused when I heard Fernando’s voice. He was talking to someone, and it couldn’t be anyone aside from Diego, obviously.
“You have to calm down, Diego. Nana would be alright, and you don’t need to go on a rampage due to all of this.” Fernando said calmly.
“You’re telling me to calm down, Fernando? You can’t be fucking with me, dude. She hasn’t woken up in days, and you’re telling me to what, wait till she wakes up and not blow up those Mancini brothers’ fucking heads?” Diego snapped, slamming his fist against the wall.
I could hear the hurt in his voice, and I couldn’t ignore the fact that since Nana had been in the hospital, not knowing if she would respond or not, his head hadn’t been as cool as it used to be.
“She’s the only one I have, Fernando. If she dies now, it’s over. She won’t get to see my kid, which she pestered me for. You should know what I’m talking about, Fernando.” Diego hissed. I could see his shadow moving back and forth while Fernando just stood there.
“I understand you, Diego. But won’t starting a war with them put Nana and Kamara in more trouble? You have to start looking out for them with more security, and you know they both hate it.” Fernando asked, but he didn’t get a response from Diego. “I’ll see what I can do to make them pay without the war. But if it comes down to that. I’d get rid of the Mancini brothers myself. I promise, Diego.”
Diego didn’t say another word, and Fernando soon walked out of the room. As he set his eyes on me, he gave a slight nod before walking away. I watched as he walked away before I stepped into the room to see Diego seated next to the window, looking out at the city.
He didn’t seem to notice as I walked in and sat next to Nana, taking her hands and rubbing them gently. “Just as I thought, I just don’t understand why anyone would choose the mafia underworld,” I said to myself but loud enough for him to hear, and he turned to look at me.
Our eyes met for a few seconds before I looked away, turning down to look at Nana. “Instigating even more trouble is only something a fool would do,” I said, and I saw him frown as if he had something to say, but I cut him to it. “At least if you have a business to deal with, let Nana recover. It’d be better to keep her safe at home instead of putting her in danger where any nurse could easily be the enemy.”
Of course, I haven’t seen it happen in real life; I only saw it all in movies, but it might actually happen. And Nana is the only reason I’ve lasted this long without losing my sanity with Diego all this time. I couldn’t lose her either before the rest of the year I would spend with Diego. I prefer leaving the kid to her than having her dead.
My hands trembled slightly as I grabbed Nana’s, and Diego seemed to be quiet for a while before his voice interrupted the silence. “How are you now? Does the wound still hurt?” He asked, and I wanted to scoff.
Being nice really doesn’t suit him one bit. Was he feeling guilty because I was almost forced into bed because of him or just because of his child’s health? “I could be worse, but I guess I am fine,” I replied, not sparing him a glance.
Before he could continue, Chantelle walked into the room carrying a shopping bag with her. “I guessed you’d be here. I brought you ice cream and chicken wings, as you asked.” She squealed before she noticed Diego, who just sat there looking at us. “Oh, he’s here.”
I ignored her last words as I grabbed the shopping bags from her, digging in without hesitation. I didn’t know if it was because of the medications; my cravings had increased, and I wasn’t even a bit hesitant to eat the junk I used to hide before Diego.
“You shouldn’t…”
“Shouldn’t what? It’s the least you could do for this shit you put me in. And some takeout won’t hurt the baby, would it?” I hissed, biting into my chicken wings, and goodness, it tasted heavenly. “Nana, these chicken wings you asked me to try out are delicious. I think I could seat them all day.”
Chantelle and I sat with Nana all day, chatting and involving Nana in our conversations like we used to, and it really felt great even though she wasn’t there to listen. It was like nothing changed at all, and she was like my mum, which I didn’t have here with me.
As soon as I thought about my mum, my phone suddenly buzzed. And looking down, it was like I got jinxed as I saw her name appear on the caller’s ID.
I stared up at Chantelle with a horrified look. I wasn’t prepared to speak to them, and not through FaceTime.