(RAFFAELE'S POV)
I take a few slow steps and lower myself into the chair Krystal was sitting in just moments ago.
It takes me a second to settle in without pulling on my shoulder, but eventually I find a position that doesn't hurt as much.
For the past few days I've been coming here every night after everyone leaves. Sitting in this exact spot and watching him just like I am now.
And the times I spent alone with him? Nothing ever felt unusual.
Even though the days were starting to drag by and he still hadn't shown any signs that he was regaining consciousness, he looked completely normal to me so I told myself he was just sleeping.
That his body went through hell and he still needed some time to heal. That one day, I'd walk into this room to find him awake.
But now… there's a possibility that he might never wake up and it hurts.
It hurts because I know I've never had a good relationship with him.
