(KRYSTAL'S POV)
Angelo drags his hand down his face like he's trying to physically wipe the stress off his skin.
"Alright," he says to Michele, his voice tight with frustration. "We don't exactly have any other options. So whatever the hell you're thinking, spit it out."
Michele looks at each of us one by one.
His gaze lingers on Angelo the longest before he says it.
"I think we should leave Valentino and Raffaele in the hospital."
For a second I'm not sure I heard him right.
"What?!" all of us shout at the same time.
Angelo stares at him like he just lost his mind.
"Are you fucking crazy?" Angelo snaps, stepping closer to him, his voice echoing throughout the corridor.
"I'd rather stay here and die than abandon my brothers," he continues, his eyes blazing. "And you of all people should know better than that."
He jabs a finger at Michele's chest. "We don't leave our own behind."
"But we left some of our men behind," Michele fires back immediately.
