Slowly and not without Fatigue can open my eyes ... but what happened? ... Because I do not remember Mark and his mother are looking at me with that look worried?
The fog slowly dissolves and remember everything ... the hospital ... Kia ... what happened! For a moment it seemed that it was the result of a dream, a horrible nightmare, but it's all true.
"Mary treasure you feel better?"
"Yes Madam ... Marconi ... I do not understand ... what happened?"
"You fainted dear. You made us worry, luckily Mark was taken before you beat your head on the ground. "
His face is taut and red eyes As someone who has spent the night awake to cry, I see that tries to smile, but what comes out is more like a grimace than a smile ... stretches his hand toward me and gently caress his cheek. 
remains a while squatting at my side to make sure it is better, watching his eyes slowly fill with tears, then portrays the shooting hand to cover his face ... approaches the bed, where he is lying motionless Kia, and caress gently shaved head whispering sweet words as only a mother can do. I have not yet had the strength to get off the ground, where I must have placed Mark when I fainted.
Suddenly I feel a power that squeezes your shoulders making me jump with surprise.
"Come, I'll take you home ... you better not stay here!" Gently nod
Mark helps me to get up. Before leaving the room, I approached my friend and touch her forehead with her lips ... see her in this state makes me sick.
The Road Home seems very long but in reality, short, Mark and I can not open his mouth ... everyone is deep in thought ... I think that the beast could have done such a thing ... How dare can look in the mirror every morning? ... I'll never understand why the man should make similar gestures ... Define these beasts beings is an insult the animal world!
Mark has always shining eyes ... her face drawn and tired as that of the mother ... does not seem the "Spaccamontagne" that ... he was always, always so self-assured and bold now looks like a child afraid of the dark ... I would it can be comforting, but I do not know how ... I do not know what to say or do to make him feel better ... and maybe it would not help anyway ...
We are almost in my house when Mark breaks the silence that has prevailed so far between us
"Mary ... I ask you something ?
"Sure, whatever you want!"
"You could stay with me tonight? Do not succeed ... I go back to hospital ... I can not see my sister in that state ... I know it's selfish on my part ... but I can not ... ... I feel too responsible with her Mom and Dad will not want to leave ... Oh Mary please do not leave me alone! "
I have no doubt Mark is like a brother to me and who would leave only a brother in need? Certainly not me ...
"Do not worry, Mark will be with you!"
Quickly enter the house and explained the situation to my mother, I go to my room to catch the few things I need to spend the night with Marconi .
Only now I realize that the phone is ringing Private number inside the bag ... ... usually do not answer when the number of copies, but this time I press the green button before realizing it.
Ready
"Mary?"
"It's me ..." my voice is familiar but I can not associate a face
"I am Gabriel ... you remember it?"
"Yes ... of course I remember ... "I'm going to ask him what the call but does not give me time to continue the sentence
" We had to see us tonight ... remember that you gave me the number to reach an agreement? ... The idea you're always right? "With everything
that has happened to me my angel came out of the mind ... even if that's what dream days do not feel like going out with him ... not fair!
"Yes ... no ... I'm sorry but that is unfortunately something happened and ... well do not feel like going out ... maybe another time ..."
other side of the line I hear only silence falls ...
his breath ... " Ah ... we feel a thing, are in town at the Cafe Rene, if you change your mind I'm here. Hello "
she got off without giving me time to respond.
I am aware that I probably ruined the only chance to go out with my Angel dark ... but what kind of person would I be if I were to "have fun" as my best friend fighting for life in a hospital bed? I do not feel ... I prefer to lose a dream and stand next to Mark at this sad time ... I end up in a hurry to prepare the bag and then go down to the floor below, where Mark is waiting for me.
Soon we are at home ... now it is evening and the driveway is lit only by the light of the full moon shining in the sky.
Casa Marconi is a huge villa, the most beautiful in the whole country has a huge garden in front, where Mark and I played a lot of small Kia have to chase or to pretend it was a forest full of mysteries and magical beings that we should live to find fantastic stories such as those we saw on TV or read more in our books.
filled my eyes with tears to remember these moments, now that those happy times are gone and Kia's life was hanging by a thread.
We sit on the couch and Mark turns on the TV, it's a mechanical gesture than anything else ... his gaze is not directed to the images that scroll across the screen, but to a fixed point above it on the shelf ... the photos that depict three of us together ... he and his sister ... the photos for a photo book that was made to do this summer ... Kia
He can not hold back the tears and began to sob, her head resting on my legs. ... I would cry too, but I can not fall into despair ... I'm here to help and calm him ... Gently start to stroke his head and he slowly calms down and falls asleep.
turn off the TV, so I could not look at me almost annoying ... .... I decide not to wake Mark and let it rest quiet for a few hours ... need it!
So I close my eyes hoping to sink myself in the same quiet sleep and liberating my friend.
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