"Yes. Certainly. Sorry to disturb." Giorgia replied as she stepped into the hallway. As soon as the door closed, Giorgia raced back to the room Franz was in, pausing to listen if any body was in there. No one was, so they must have tried to get more supplies, or taken a break. Either way, Giorgia was glad. At the very least, in front of Franz, she could drop this facade. Opening the door, she stepped in, then closing the door behind her.
Franz was on the bed, his eyes closed. Giorgia watched with growing anxiety as Franz's breathing wasn't very deep. She quickly walked over to him, and gently put her little hand into his big one. She didn't know if he could hear her. In a way, she hoped he didn't, because if he did, that meant the pain medication, and sleeping pill hadn't worked, or had worn off, and Giorgia didn't want that for Franz.
"Franz?" She whispered, though another part of her wanted to see those marvelous blue eyes. His eyes fluttered, but nothing else happened.
Giorgia took a breath and let it out. "Franz...you can't die. You have to keep on living. You said you'd look after me, right? You're still good. And besides, you risked your life on something that you didn't even need to be a part of. Not even Hilshire can deny that. You did really well, Franz. You just can't go." Giorgia ended, unsettled. She leaned over, kissing Franz briefly on the forehead as she let go of his hand.
As she started back to the door, she muttered a parting.
"Ich liebe dich, Pate."
Opening the door, she slowly made her way to the room she was sharing.