đ Nicole
We had gotten home safely, even though I had panicked all through, thinking with every passing second we spent on the road, that a million Italian soldiers would have had us killed on our way here. Grace was now propped up in her massive canopy bed, looking tiny and pale, with a professional IV line running from a portable stand and into her arm. A quiet hum from a small monitoring machine was the only sound besides our breathing.
I sat on the edge of the bed, watching the clear fluid drip slowly. I was exhausted and just wanted to go to my room, get into my bed and think about everything that had happened through the day.
It just kept getting worst. The only time that had been normal today, was before we left home to go meet up with the Italians.
