(KRYSTAL'S POV)
I've been sitting outside Val's hospital room for what feels like forever, and the silence has gotten so heavy it's practically sitting on my chest. Angelo's next to me with his arms crossed, one leg casually thrown over the other as he watches the stream of nurses and doctors pass by.
I peek over at him. "I wonder what's going on inside that room."
He glances at me, breathes out through his nose, and gives this tiny shrug. "At least they're not at each other's throats. I'm grateful for that." He lifts a fist in front of him. "Small victories."
"You think Raffaele would actually fight Val while he's literally hooked up to machines?"
"With those two?" Angelo looks at me like I'm the one being naive. "I wouldn't put it past them. Val could be half-dead and he'd still talk shit."
"That sounds accurate," I can't help but admit.
He cracks a small smile and shifts in his seat. "At least we haven't heard anything crash yet. That's usually a good sign."
