Chapter 293: Not dead
His words stuck in his throat when Matteo walked up to him and threw his arms over his shoulders. For the first time in his entire life as a Quinn, he had hugged his blood brother. And moments later, Remo was soothing his back with gentle taps of his hand.
"She’s not dead," Matteo whispered in a voice choked with tears. Despite using all of his strength to restrain from letting out his emotions, they had managed to break out anyway.
"I know." Remo replied solemnly. After a while, Matteo released him, keeping his head bowed in order to hide his face away. Remo who noticed what he was up to, tapped his jaw gently. "You don’t need that, I’m your brother. Come on, let’s go." He added, leading them both to the seat that he had been in earlier when he first came in.
"How long has it been since she got in?"
"Exactly twenty minutes."
"Have the doctors come out yet?"
"No, they’ve been in there since we came in. She’s not dead, Remo," Matteo added restlessly, tapping his heel against the tile at unusual speed. Since his teenage days, whenever he was anxious about something, he would resort to doing something to distract his mind from thinking about it.
But in times like this, where the occasion required his sobriety and his entire attention, he would struggle to live with it, easing his tension by either chipping away at his nails, or shaking his leg at measured tempo. The more tense the situation, the faster he’d tap away.
Remo, taking notice of this, brought his palm over his knee, immediately halting his movement. His gaze met his, stern and sincere.