Third Person's Point of View
It's already been months, but Demetria is still unconscious. Alfeo sighed as he tightened his grip over Demetria's hand and silently prayed for her.
[Sir Alfeo, we need to change her dextrose right now--]
"Sir Alfeo, dobbiamo cambiarle il destrosio subito--"
[I'll stay.]
"Rimarrò." Alfeo cut to what the Nurse wants to say to him. The nurse nodded with a soft smile.
[Then please excuseme,]
"Allora per favore scusa" Alfeo just nodded in response while still looking at Demetria's face that was still closed. The bullet wound to Demetria's stomach was not too deep, but the doctor said they still needed to monitor the patient's condition.
Alfeo also asked the doctor why Demetria had not woken up until now, but the doctor told him that it's all depends in the patient. All he could do was wait for Demetria to gain her own consciousness.
