You were lying in the bathroom right now. Your father is shaking you by the shoulders, the water is slowly flowing down your body.. slowly to the bleeding wounds on your hands... He's trying to bring you to your senses, but everything is floating in front of your eyes.

He takes you in his arms and carries you into the living room, putting you on the bed, he gently strokes your hair. Dottore, having found the first-aid kit, began to process and rewind the wounds that you left to yourself.

He strokes your hair softly whispering:

"Please don't die.. I ask... I'll do whatever you want, just don't die..."