Ettore didn't hesitate to take Elisa to the hospital, with Isadora standing right beside him, her red eyes showing that she had wept enough tears to leave visible trails down her cheeks.
Her clothes were also lightly soaked, but she couldn't care less as she stood waiting for the emergency doors to open, desperate to know the fate of her sister.
She had been breathing when she was brought in, but who knew how long that would last? She had lost two fingers and two toes — the thought alone was too tragic for Isadora to dwell on as she clamped her trembling hands together and continued to wait.
Ettore stood beside her without saying a word. He was drenched too, but with the shades on his eyes, he looked completely aloof, as though nothing could touch him.
Seconds became minutes, and just when it was slowly ticking toward an hour, a couple of doctors stepped out. Isadora rushed to them before they could even make their way toward her.
