While James was seated on the chair with Fiorelli, I had been moving around restlessly. We were in front of Nina's room. I was worried about her, she got stabbed in her stomach, and what I heard was the knife went deep. So, I couldn't stop worrying about her until she woke up.

"Stop moving around, it won't make her heal faster," James commented, probably tired of watching me move like an iron, back and forth.

"I am worried, James. I don't know if she has family or friends I should call. Call Vincenzio and ask about her family," I demanded him.

"He has been informed, okay? So, don't worry....