“All right,” I croak, and the nurse puts a button in my hand.
 
 “Press this button,” she says, and when I do, something warm and relieving washes through me and my whole body relaxes. I feel myself drifting away.
 
 “Aurora,” I say, my words slurred. “Tell me that you know I love you.”
 
 “Sure,” she says, but I know that she doesn’t believe me.
 
 I struggle to say more but I can’t, I’m fading.
 
 “Nico,” she says quietly. “I—”
 
 But then I’m gone.***
 
 When I wake,Aurora isn’t in the room with me but I can still hear someone sobbing. When I turn my face, it’s Francesca, her face buried in the bed sheets.
 
 “Francesca?” I call, and she lifts her head, sniffling.
 
 “You’re sostupid,” she says, and I can’t help but smile, fighting back a laugh because I know it will hurt. Everything hurts.
 
 “Mama says I’m smart and handsome,” I joke, and Francesca doesn’t smile.
 
 “I’m going to hit youso hardwhen you get out of here,” she says, and I look over at her and I don’t know if it’s the drugs or the fact that I almost died, but I feel so fond of her that I can barely stand it.
 
 “I love you, Francesca,” I say, and Francesca bursts into tears all over again.
 
 “Don’t say that now, you jerk. You’ve never said it before.”
 
 “I’ll blame the drugs later,” I say with a smile, and she grabs my hand so tightly that it almost hurts.
 
 Dante comes in after Francesca gets herself together and leaves, and he sighs heavily.
 
 “What about the cops?” I ask, and he shakes his head.
 
 “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t tell them anything.”
 
 “And Angelo?” I ask.
 
 “Not a scratch on him.”
 
 “Lucky sonofabitch,” I grumble, and Dante laughs and it’s a little shaky.
 
 “We’re all glad you’re okay, Nico.”
 
 “Where’s Aurora?” I ask.
 
 “Mia made her go home. She says it’s too much stress for the baby and she needs to rest.”
 
 I nod slowly but I’m a little disappointed. I want to see her.
 
 “Have you changed your mind now?” Dante asks, tilting his head curiously. “About Aurora, I mean?”
 
 “I didn’t change it,” I say. “I just decided to actually tell myself the truth now. She’s my soulmate, Dante. Just like Mia is yours.”
 
 Dante smiles. “I always knew it, you idiot.”
 
 I snort and then groan because it hurts so much. “Fuck me, did I get shot twice?”
 
 “Only once, but it was bad. We almost lost you,” Dante says.