Page 59 of My best friends little sister
Before anyone can say anything else the front door opens. I see Stefan walking out with his large medical bag and Sullivan coming out behind him. My head shoots up as i see Stefan. What the fuck is he doing here?
Theyre talking about something and as i look closer i see sully's face is slightly red and puffy. Has he been crying? A wave of panic shoots through me and I'm immediately jumping out the car with Ivan and Mateo following.
Stefan and sully looked shocked to see us running towards them. ''Whats going on? Where's angelica? Is she okay?'' they both look at each other and then back to me. I can feel my hands shaking. We had no appointment with Stefan, i wasn't informed of anything so whats going on?
You may think its stupid that a grown mafia man like sully would be crying like this, but he sees angelica like his daughter. Just think, if you saw your daughter practically dying in front of you because she couldn't breathe youd cry too.
I pat his back and we exchange goodbyes before he heads to his car. ''Well thats definitely a change of conversation'' Ivan says with a chuckle as we head in the house.
I see angelica laying on the couch wrapped up in a blanket with jasper sitting on top of her chest. I instantly pick the cat up and remove him from her chest, slightly worried he might affect her breathing.
Her face is very pale and her skin is cold but shes definitely breathing, yet i still feel worry. I crouch down in front of her and push the hair off her face. She stirs slightly and her eyes open a little. ''Hi' she says with a weak smile.
I plant a kiss to her forehead and pull the blanket up to her shoulders to keep her warm. ''Sleep here for a little while longer okay? I'll take you to bed later'' she hums softly and drifts back to sleep.
I head to the kitchen where Ivan and Mateo are stood watching us and jasper is sitting on the counter. ''Get that fucking cat off my counters'' i whisper yell and Ivan laughs and grabs the cat in his arms. ''Dont listen to Mr grumpy pants jasp, you can sit wherever you want''
I roll my eyes and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. ''We should celebrate'' Ivan says and i turn to him mid drink raising my eyebrow. ''Celebrate what exactly?''
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