Salvatore's p.o.v

I placed my hand at the back of her head before it could slam on the chair. “Call the ambulance!” I exclaimed, yelling to no one in particular.

Panic surged through my chest as I picked her up, running to my car, I could hear Nonna speaking on the phone, her scared look trailed my hurried steps. “I'll follow closely behind,” she assured.

I laid her gently across the backseat, her head against my thigh, my hand brushing over her clammy skin.

“Candela, stay with ...