The fuzzy feeling in his head radiated down his entire body as Rome tried to open his eyes and found it much more difficult to do so than he’d ever experienced in his life. The realization that his arms and legs were heavy, that there were tubes protruding from various body parts, and that there was a steady beeping sound in the darkened room reminded him of what had happened as his eyes finally opened a crack.
“Oh, thank goodness!” His mother’s sobbing voice was not at all what he wanted to hear upon realizing he was still alive, that Henry hadn’t drained the life out of him with his blade. “Rome, darling! How are you?” Mrs. Verona gushed.
He tried to open his mouth but no sound would come out. “Just rest, son,” his father said, somewhere in the shadows at the foot of his bed. “We’ll get the nurse in here to make sure everything is okay.”
