Giovanni
I burst through the sterile doors, my breath catching in my throat. I was in the delivery room, and in front of me was the fiery redhead, Slava's little girlfriend, screaming her head off.
"Cara," I started, my voice stuttering, "I'm here."
"Here? Here!" She spat the word like venom, her eyes blazing with a fury that singed my very soul. "Giovanni, you bumbling fool! What are you even doing here? Why...are you here?"
The medical staff circled around her like a well-oiled machine, their movements precise, their focus unwavering. They must have seen this play out a thousand times, indifferent to the personal drama unfolding before them.
"Helping" was all I could muster, but it was lost, a mere whisper against the storm of her anger.
"Helping?" Ellie's laugh was sharp. "What the fuck for? Get out!"
