CHAPTER HUNDRED-ELEVEN

LUCA'S POV.

"Nurse, Nurse," I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Hello, please call the doctor."

"Oh, yes sure sir," a nurse that was passing by said and then went to fetch the doctor while I stood there, fidgeting and telling myself that what I'd seen had been real. Not just my imagination.

The doctor came rushing immediately alongside two nurses and I led her to the room where Scarlett was in fact laying awake, looking to be confused as hell.

Shit. She had woken up. Scarlett had survived, she didn't leave. God, I was so relieved.

"Scarlett, you're... Oh my God," I ran to her side, careful not to mess with any of the many machines and wires connected to her body. I tentatively grabbed her hand in mine and placed a kiss on it, but I could sense her discomfort so clearly.

It hurt actually that she didn't want me to touch her.

Her green eyes trailed over me from head to toe before she said, "why are you touching me? What did you do to me, you bastard?"

I pulled away from her, confuse