Matteo

Matteo's ears rang.

He could barely hear the concerned and hushed whispers of his friends voices constantly speaking to him.

His unfocused eyes zoned in on his trembling hands, his bouncing knee and his own rapid breathing couldn't enter his ears.

He turned his hands that trembled, making the palms of them face up as they glared back at him. Those were the hands that were placed on her body that he held against him, the flesh of her warm skin still causing his hands to tingle. It was in a flash that it was stripped away from him, that touch was something that couldn't last.

His eyes widened slightly, staring at his palms.

"I just-" he croaked out, his voice barely audible but it caught the attention of the others around him.

They watched him closely as he tried to speak.

"I just...held her." he whispered. "S-she was in my arms. She laughed..."

His chest rose and flattened at a fast pace. His eyes brimmed with tears as the pieces of that memory entered his mind.

"W-why- She just became my girlfriend. I just asked her to...to-"

"Matteo-" Reggie tried to console his friend but Matteo's body shook.

"Fuck!"

He had never felt this much raw pain and emotion boiling inside of his body. He had never felt this overwhelming sense of fear to know that Aurora was in the room opposite him, lying in the hospital bed and immobile. To know that she was now currently in a state where her body could in any moment decide to not want to wake up again due to her condition that had caught up with her, scared the fuck out of him.

As the tears spilled from his eyes, Matteo blamed himself for the situation. It was his fault for not doing everything he could to be able to help her and he could have flown out of the country to personally look for a donor for him. His men had already done that, but maybe if he had done it himself he would have found someone.

It was his fault because he should have taken more care of her. He should have taken her every chance they could get to the hospital, or they could have done something else. He didn't know what, but he blamed himself for not trying harder.

"It's all my fault." his voice trembled, sounding so broken from the tears that flowed and his throat felt constricted.

"You can't blame yourself, Matteo. You did everything you could." Vincent spoke.

"I didn't do enough! I should've gone to every fucking country on this God damn planet and maybe- just maybe I could've gotten a donor. I should've-"

"Matteo." said his sister. "None of this is your fault. You might blame yourself but you helped Aurora in many other ways. You should have more faith in her and hope that she at least wakes up."

He looked at his sister. Just like him, Cordelia had been constantly staying at her side for the past few days. Matteo had refused to go home whereas Cordelia would only stay until visiting hours were over, but she seemed as distressed as he was.

She hadn't gotten her results yet so neither of them knew if she was a match for Aurora or not. A few days ago she had an argument with one of the doctors to let her go through with the surgery, but they could not do that. There was no telling that either of them would survive since they still don't know if Cordelia is compatible or not.

All they could was wait, and Matteo was about done with just waiting all the time.

"We know that you're hurting more than any of us but you need to stay strong for her." she said.

"Why don't you go home and get some rest, boss?" Reggie asked.

He shook his head. "I'm not leaving her."

"Boss, but you-"

"I'm not leaving her, Reggie." he said.

Matteo said nothing else as he went back to blankly staring at the wall. Everyday he would muster the courage to be able to go into her room because the bitter feeling of failing her made him scared to face her, even if she was asleep.

What an idiot he was.

"Are you sure you don't want to come home?" Cordelia asked.

He shook his head before saying goodbye to everyone. It was getting late into the evening and the others knew that visiting hours were nearing its end, but as usual Matteo did not leave.

She was lying on the bed. It was his usual routine to enter the room and see her with all these tubes surrounding her and the sight would always pain him. Her usual glow had diminished, the once radiant skin that got it's beautiful colour back has washed away. She looked awfully sick, as if the little life she had in her was pulling away from her body slowly.

The only thing he had to support the idea of her being alive was the beeps of the monitor that assured him her heart was still beating. Her chest rose and fell back down in a steady pace as she lied there peacefully not knowing that he would sit next to her everyday and hope that she would regain consciousness.

He stared at his girlfriend's face as he took her cold hand into his, using both his hands to enclose them around her small ones.

"Hi." he muttered to the unresponsive other in the bed.

Even though he had been coming to see her for some time, he never got over how awkward it was to sit next to her when she couldn't hear what he was saying. To him, he would rather be here than alone in his home without her.

"There hasn't been any updates on the situation. Useless fucking doctors hadn't brought back the results yet and it's taking everything in me not to punch Jamison." he smiled to himself, "If you were awake you would have scold me out for saying that."

"Cordelia is worried about you, you know. She is here everyday with me and I know she blames herself for not being able to help you. You would have told her that it wasn't her fault and that it was something out of anyone's control. You are always so kind and making sure that no one is ever upset, and I love that about you."

He reached his arm over to her face and with his fingers he brushed the hair out of her face. "You need to be awake when you hear me say those words, okay baby?"

He kissed the back of her hand, pressing her hand a bit harshly against his lips as his own tears met with the contact of their skin. He felt the lump forming in his throat, the unfamiliar feeling making him despise it as he was not used to feeling this way.

"I should've said it sooner, huh?" he chuckled sarcastically. "But I will wait however long it will take until you wake up."

He leaned back in his seat, intwining their fingers together. He stared at their hands, at the movement of his thumb brushing against her hand wishing that she was awake and held his hand once again.

"You made me weak." he whispered. "So weak."

He smiled at himself, his tears still falling. "But I don't mind. I'm falling for you harder everyday but I don't care, baby. You are my sweet, perfect girl and even after all of this," he picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles, "you will always be mine."

He placed his head down onto her hand which pressed against his forehead. His tears now began to soak into the blankets.

"Don't make me wait. It's already so fucking painful after just a few days."

He began to sob.

A man who was in control of a mafia. A man who grew up seeing people die in front of him, women and even children. A man who killed people no matter their age and who they were. A man who was sought to be cold and unable to feel anything towards anyone.

It took one girl to bring him to his knees and melt the frozen ice that was wrapped around his heart.

Matteo spoke to her for a few hours. It was a surprise that he became so talkative in the time that she couldn't respond to him.

Jamison and another nurse had been watching them from the other side of the glass, where Matteo had his back faced towards them. They watched as he spoke to her and how much he begged for her to wake up for days, and they truly felt for him.

The nurse, Michelle, placed a hand on her heart. She smiled sadly as she turned to Jamison.

"It's heartbreaking to see them like this." she said to him.

Jamison's eyes were glued onto them as he replied to her, "Yeah. All we can do is wait for Cordelia's results."

"It's been a while. How much longer do they have to wait?"

Jamison shrugged. "It should be here in about two days. Let's just hope that the girl is a match for her or we would have to figure something out."

She sighed. "It's been long enough. It's about time we at least make some progress with her. The poor girl has been suffering for years."

Jamison hummed in response.

Michelle looked back at Matteo who stroked Aurora's head. "He loves her very much. I'm happy that Aurora found a man who cares for her enough to stay by her side. They really do make a beautiful couple."

Michelle's smile dropped after she heard herself say these words and she instantly whipped her head to the side.

"I didn't mean-"

Jamison smiled, not looking at her. "It's okay. You are right though. I too am happy that she found someone who cares so much for her."

"Jamison..."

Jamison looked at her. Even though he had a smile on his face, it didn't quite reach his eyes and Michelle could see the sadness behind them. He had forced his smile to pretend that he was not hurt by her words and she cursed herself for saying that around him.

Jamison placed his hand on top of Michelle's head, and with his hand he rubbed the crown of her head making the strands of her hair jumbled up.

"His love for her overpowers mine." he said.

Michelle watched him take his hand off her head and turn his face back to stare at the two sitting in the room. She wanted to say something to comfort him, knowing that he must be feeling awful to not be the one who sits next to Aurora and hold her hand. Jamison however, appeared to be unbothered but she knew that he was hurting.

Jamison sighed. "I'm still going to do everything I can for her."

Michelle smiled to herself.

Yes, they will do everything they can, she thought to herself with determination.

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