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"𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚"

My twin hugged me tightly, his tears falling down my neck as he repeatedly whispered how much he loved me.

This was definitely the most emotional I have ever seen Nicolo. Yes, he was the happiest male I knew. But he never cried. Like ever. Even when we watched Avengers Endgame together, not one single tear was shed.

"It has been a painful two weeks." He mumbled, moving his head away from my neck and staring down at me. I snorted, rolling my eyes as I wiped the single tear left on his cheek.

"I'm here now, little brother." He scowled at the name and took a step back. As he did, Roman took this as his chance to hand me the happy meal that I asked for.

Giddily, my eyes zeroed in on the delicious smell that landed right in my lap. As mum sat next to me on the bed, rubbing small circles on my unharmed thigh—Roman started unwrapping the fries and the burger for me.

"You're going to have to break it to your dad soon," She said, looking between both Roman and me.

"Are you more worried about that than your own daughter," I pouted, shoving a fry into my mouth. She scoffed, lightly smacking my thigh. "As if, Arabella. I'm just saying, you should tell him rather than he finds out himself."

"Roman's obviously not being very business-like with you right now, is he?" She gestured towards Roman who was taking the pickles off my cheeseburger, and upon that, he looked up almost innocently but with cold eyes—glancing between us both silently.

I giggled and patted his cheek as I turned to my mother. "We'll break it to him after this," I mumbled, bringing the cheeseburger to my mouth as I savoured the goodness.

It was honestly like a sigh of relief. As I absorbed my first bite, Roman sat on my other side, watching me silently.

"So cute," Kara mumbled, kissing my forehead as she lightly brushed my hair with her fingers.

Yes, everyone was currently in the room. Aydan, Nico, Theo, Roman, Mum, Uncle Eliot, Aunt Vi, Uncle Dre—who is, by the way, still tearing up—Kara and then Dad, who is not here at this very moment.

No, we weren't allowed to have this many people inside the hospital room. Though, who were they to complain? They were practically telling off the Devil, if so. That's why they didn't even try.

Aydan replaced Kara's position and stood beside me, wrapping a strong arm around my shoulder—lightly. He showed me something on his phone—as I was occupied with the slightly narrowed glare being sent towards poor Aydan by none other than my boyfriend.

I placed my hand on Roman's thigh as I ate with the other hand, watching the video Aydan had taken of Nicolo and Kara fighting their way up the stairs—drunk.

Giggling, I coughed as I choked on a chip—everyone stared at me doing so. Roman brought the iced water to my lips, the straw making it much easier for me.

I patted my chest as I swallowed the water down and inhaled in a deep breath. "Okay?" Roman muttered, wiping off a drizzle of water on my chin. Pulling my thumb out, he nodded and moved away.

"That was funny," I pointed out to Aydan. He chuckled and ruffled my hair before moving away.

After Roman had laid with me for a bit, he then decided to let the others know. Nicolo was previously on the other side of New York for some particular reason he wouldn't speak of—that was why he was late seeing me.

Dad and Mum both were the first to see me, then the others right after.

It was heartbreaking seeing them so upset and distressed. Though I was alive and happy, so there was no need for any more tears.

Roman's phone began ringing, as it was for the past hour. The business he was supposed to be dealing with was obviously postponed, and now he was getting bombarded with phone calls.

As he picked it up and walked outside of the room, my father came back inside at the same time. I chewed on my cheeseburger as he came over and sat beside me.

"You'll have to live with that for a good two weeks. And crutches as well." He motioned towards the wheelchair. I shrugged. "I'm fine with that, only if I'm being pushed around," I sipped on my water, making a slurping sound.

He stared at me blankly while Nicolo just cackled behind him. "No one wants to push you around sis,"

"You can," Dad said, glancing at him. His chuckles stopped and he looked between us both with an uneasy expression.

"But—

"I'll push her!" Andre grinned. Dad narrowed his eyes at him while I just shrugged, not really caring—as long as I didn't have to do the work I was all good.

"You're clumsy," My father pointed out, taking away the completely empty happy meal from my lap.

"Lies." Andre scoffed, replacing my dad's position and wrapping his arms around my neck—for the fourth time today.

"I'm so glad you're okay, Buttercup." He ruffled my hair and pulled away. I giggled and rested my head back against the bed.

"When can I go home?"

"Whenever you're ready, Bella," Mum rubbed my thigh, smiling.

I sighed, nodding my head. "I need to shower before I leave. Can you bring me some clothes?" I asked her, she nodded and turned to my father.

"Landon let's go," Getting up, he wrapped his arm around her and gave me a little wink. "We'll be back with clothes," Mum smiled before they both exited.

"Did you take the medication?" Uncle Eli asked, frowning down at the pills the nurses gave me. "Yup," I sent him a toothy smile and he chuckled, kissing my forehead.

The others came beside me again. Kara with Theo and Nicolo with Aydan came to sit on the ends of the bed as we all started talking.

Aunt Vi brushed out my hair, it needed a good wash after the long two weeks of not being even near any sort of care.

All of the care I was receiving was quite nice. I wasn't used to everyone doing the little things for me, I sort of felt like a princess.

Hehe.

And I most definitely won't take advantage of this situation...

*Smiles Evily*

"So, do you remember anything that happened while you were taken?" Aydan asked me, all the attention was directed right back to me—making me feel a little uncomfortable. Right as the question was asked, Roman sneaked back into the room.

Our eyes connected for a second, then I looked away and returned my attention to the others. "Not really, because they kept drugging me."

Everyone in the room went tense. The tension rose and I cleared my throat and smiled to bring the tension back down. "Though I'm fine now." I grinned and brought both my arms up slowly and gestured it towards my body. "See,"

Uncle Dre scoffed and manspreading as he relaxed in the chair beside my bed. "Barely," He muttered, eyeing me.

I pursed my lips and traced circles on my bandaged thigh. "You are in a hospital bed, Bella. And you were in a coma for two weeks," Kara mentioned sending me a half-smile.

"I'm alive arent I?" I mumbled and glanced down at my toes that peeked out from under the blankets.

"You are," Aunt Vi kissed my cheek and moved away from my side. I peeked back up, peering my eyes over Nicolo's shoulder and meeting his eyes. They were blank, though the caramel brown and dark green mix were light—blending with the cold that cast over them.

"Well, I'm hungry. Anyone else?" Nicolo jumped in his spot and retreated over to the door with a bounce in his step. Uncle Eliot nodded and happily followed him out the door, pulling Aunt Vi with him out the door.

Kara kissed my cheek before leaving, as she always does. Blondie followed behind her after patting my head, Aydan did the same and left too. Uncle Dre and Roman were the only two left.

"I knew it." He stated, smirking as he looked towards both of us. Roman was leant against the wall, arms crossed over his chest—rather attractively—as he stared blankly at Andre.

"You know what?" I replied, cautiously. Andre lifted a tatted finger, dragging it slowly between the distance of myself and Roman. "Y'all are fucking."

I choked on my salvia, literally. Coughing, my watery eyes looked at him widely. He only gave me a look that said "I dare you to lie to me".

It was utterly silent in the room, and I was too preoccupied with the words Andre chose to use to look at what Roman's reaction was.

And I hadn't needed to because my said boyfriend didn't hesitate one second to state the truth.

"I love her." He stated, emotionlessly. The way he said it was more of a statement, in other words, it wasn't an ask or a say, it was moreover a statement saying he wasn't just fucking me, he was loving me.

Roman stood casually, still leaning against the wall with his eyes piercing holes through mine.

Uncle Dre smiled. A full gleaming smile and he stood up, walking across the room and towards the exit.

"Another Landon and Layla," Mumbling, he shook his head in some sort of disbelief and exited out of the room.

I blushed as I processed his response, my cheeks turned red and I could physically feel it. When I glanced back to him, he never left his gaze from my own as he walked over.

Sitting down, he didn't hesitate to bring both his hands to my face, cupping the rosy cheeks as he stared at me intensely.

It was as if I were under a trance. His cold, light eyes had a hold over my own, they put my eyes at his hold. Sending me into a daze I wasn't aware of.

Reality pushed back in as he connected his lips to mine. Kissing me softly, I kissed him back.

Our lips mingled, no tongue, just soft lips caressing each other at a feather-like pace.

He pulled away after pecking my lips once more. And then, surprisingly, he wrapped both arms around my neck—hugging me firmly but softly to his chest.

No words were spoken, only the comforting air around us—speaking the unknown through silence.

After a few minutes of staying in his arms, I pull away—smiling as I'm met again with his solemn expression.

"Can you help me get to the shower please?"

He nodded, standing up and swiftly opening the bathroom door for me. Coming back over, I had drifted the blankets off of my body—making it easier for him to help me out.

"Here," He mumbled, bringing both hands in front of me and I took them as I shifted my body out of the bed.

With my legs hanging off, he wrapped an arm around my waist, came to my side and lifted me up.

I winced as my body finally stretched. It was a little overwhelming, my muscles were extremely weak suppressing me to be unstable.

Upon that, I gripped onto his arm to keep me stable—closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I reopen them and look at Roman.

"This shit sucks,"

He frowned ever so slightly, his eyes casting over my body and darkening. "Bacerdi fumanti," He muttered and tightened his hold on my waist.

Translation: "Fucking Bastards,"

"You got that right," I mumbled back. He shook his head, pecking my temple.

Our movements were slow, he helped with every limp I made towards the bathroom. Once we were inside, he closed the door behind us and had me lean against the counter.

"We'll go slow," He stated, looking down at me. I look up, nodding. His first move was brushing my hair over my shoulder, then he brought his hands to the hems of my hospital gown.

Looking up at me for confirmation, I smiled a little and nodded my head. Lifting the dress up, he carefully tugged it over my head and off of my body.

As I was now bare with only my underwear, I looked down at the thick bandaging over my thigh and wondered how the fuck I was going to get it down.

Roman respectfully didn't look anywhere but my face, even after everything. "You're gonna have to do that too. I can't bend," I giggled and glanced back at him and circled my arms over my chest.

He smirked and tilted his head, trailing his eyes to my arms that were loosely wrapped around me to somehow comfort me.

"I know," He brushed his thumb over my cheekbone and looped one hand to the hem.

Though, before he could remove anything—he skilfully leaned beside me while still holding me, switching the shower on and letting the hot and cold water run down.

Gently, he brought his hands to the edges of my underwear and slowly pulled it down. Magically, he managed to get it off the large bandage around my thigh.

"Careful, Bellissima," His arm lingered around my waist, holding me up while I took a step into the shower. My body was inside the small cub, the water flowing freely.

Carefully, I pulled my body underneath the water—leaving out my thigh. The water level was on low, so it wasn't spraying down on me harshly.

I held onto the small support railing inside the shower, while my other arm went to grab the soap.

As I leaned forward, my arm all of a sudden went completely limp and I drew back—worried.

"Fuck," Roman grunted, stepping into the shower—seeming not to give a single fuck if he got wet. "I'm oka—

"No." He said sternly. Turning me around, my limp arm stayed limp, while the other still held onto the railing beside me.

I pursed my lips as I went into a mode of confusion. A few seconds later, I felt his hands come to my hair as he massaged them into my scalp with shampoo.

Sighing, I close my eyes at the relaxing state he's put me in.

"Love you," I mumbled, leaning my head back against his clothed chest.

"Love you," He replied in a husk. Pecking my lips from his angle.

Smiling, I continue to enjoy the content sensations.

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I ate McDonald's while writing this lmao. What's everyone's go 2 orders?

- lei