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~Chapter 11~
When Antonio awoke that morning, he couldn't help but feel odd. Something was wrong but he wasn't sure what. A nurse entered his room and with a smile told him he could be discharged today. Antonio smiled and thanked her, and she just nodded before proceeding to unhook some of the medical machines and IV drips and such. She sat clothes that had apparently been dropped off by the nice French man yesterday, on the edge of his bed, and exited. Antonio put them on as fast as he could, but still slightly hindered by the sudden soreness in his chest and his oncoming headache, before finding his phone in his jacket, and turning it on. Antonio read the screen and panic set in. Six missed calls from Feliciano. Antonio hit the call button as fast as he could, forgetting what he said yesterday, and held it up to his ear.
"Please answer Feli! Please…" Antonio murmured, and the tone stopped. A cheerful, yet concerned voice rang through from the other side.
"Antonio? Oh, Hello! I'm glad you called back. This is bigger than either of you thought…" Antonio's throat went dry as his mind raced. Lovino.
"Feli, what do you mean, what's happened, how is Lovino?" Feliciano probably heard the panic in his voice, as he answered slowly and carefully.
"I'm sure you wanted to investigate but I don't think there is a need now. I saw this man I thought to be suspicious at the hospital the other day, and only when we got home did I realize he was a newer Sicilian mafia member. When I woke up this morning he was outside, talking to Lovino. He didn't recognize that little fact because the boss hadn't been able to share that with him yet. I recognized him and immediately brought Grandpa Rome's old gun… I'd prefer not to touch such awful things but I had to. They weren't after you in the beginning, they were after Lovino. You were just in the wrong place wrong time," His voice went soft as he paused a moment, "Antonio… I had to shoot three men to save Lovino. Two of his goons are dead, he got away, this Tony Garcia. They were possibly just men in bad situations, or … they were someone's dad, or husband, or brother. I-I… Lovino is safe, knocked out, but safe. He'll probably be up soon-ish. If you want to call back later he should be up by then. Apparently he didn't rid Italy of them as well as he thought. Now they're angry… You understand me right?" Antonio was shocked. Feliciano sounded so heartbroken, about doing the right thing. He'd never heard him so down. Yet he was so clever. He really was a force to be reckoned with.
"I'm sorry you had to do that, Feli. Thank you for protecting him so well though. I'm sorry you had to go to such measures." Antonio said, truly sorry. He couldn't believe he'd been such an idiot about the whole thing.
"Don't you think it would make sense for us to be all together, Antonio? What if they try to use you to hurt him again? I don't think he'd forgive me if I didn't offer you safety. These are experienced Mafia guys." Again, so clever. Feliciano knew how Antonio felt about Lovino.
"Yes… But, what if Lovino doesn't want to see me again. What i-"Feliciano cut him off with a slight chuckle.
"He wants you to be here like crazy. I'm sure of that, as well as the fact, that he wants you to be safe." Feliciano's voice had regained some of its cheerful splendor, easing Antonio's worries.
"Alright well, I'll call back later, be safe." Antonio exchanged goodbyes, and hung up. He was relieved. If they weren't after just him anymore, he could be with Lovi, and keep him safe. Well, that is if Lovino wanted him to. He might have hurt him too much yesterday. Well he'd just have to call and see later.