~Grace~
Would he even be conscious?
I knew if Alex was as sick as he was, then Enzo had to be in a similar state.
I stood anxiously outside of his door after knocking. There hadn’t been an answer for about a minute, but I didn’t just want to come in myself. That felt far too intrusive.
“Enzo? It’s Grace. Can I talk to you for a minute?”
I knocked again, this time a little louder.
Finally, I heard movement from the other side of the door, and I sighed in relief.
Thank god. I wasn’t sure what I’d do if he weren’t awake.
Slowly, the door opened, and Enzo’s tired face appeared. He looked about as sick as Alex did when I put him to bed.
Pale, sweaty skin, his curly hair puffed out in every direction.
It looked dark in his room, and he squinted at me.
“...Grace? Y-yeah? Wha
