(VALENTINO'S POV)
The automatic doors slide open and the cold hospital air follows us out into the hallway. The lights are hurting my eyes and making my headache worse. And every step I take feels like someone is jabbing a knife between my ribs. Angelo walks beside me, matching my pace like he's afraid I'm going to pass out face-first onto the floor.
Which, to be fair, is a possibility.
Every time my heel hits the ground, pain shoots up my side. I wince through it, clenching my jaw so tight it aches.
"You good?" Angelo asks.
"I'm fine."
He reaches toward me, clearly about to throw my arm over his shoulder. I smack his hand away.
"I can walk perfectly fine, Lolo."
"Doesn't really seem like it."
I give him the middle finger. "Fuck off."
"If you say so." He lifts his hands in surrender and walks a step ahead of me.
