Family unite

GIOVANNI’S POV The doctor closed his medical bag with a satisfied click. "Much better, Mr. Vitale. Your vitals are stronger, the wound is healing cleanly. Another week of rest and you should be able to move around more freely." Robert, propped up against pillows in his bed, looked pale but infinitely better than he had a week ago. "A week? I'll be up and about in three days." "Robert, don't be stubborn," Isabella chided from her chair beside the bed, though relief was evident in her voice. "Listen to the doctor." Robert huffed. "I've been shot before. I know my body." "Yes, and you're not twenty anymore," I said from my position by the window. "Take the week." Robert shot me a look. "Since when do you side with the doctors?" "Since you almost died and left me to deal with your wife and daughter's grief." I kept my tone light, but the memory of that first night was still too fresh. "He has a point," Isabella said, squeezing Robert's hand. "You scared us." Robert's expression softened as