"You should have an early night. I have some good news," Enzo says, pulling me into his arms. "I could use some of that," I answer and he laughs. "The doctor says I can go home tomorrow, but I will have to rest at home for at least a week." "That is excellent news. But I am not so sure you can be trusted to rest when you are alone." "Give me some credit, amore mio. I stayed in bed the entire day. I only got up to use the bathroom," [my love] he says, and I have to laugh at the look on his face. I know he is fed up with staying here.
I am sure he threatened the doctor or something. Yesterday, he made the nurse show me how to remove the catheter so he could use the bathroom. I had to do it because he didn't want anyone but me to touch him there. I don't either, but I am sure these nurses ar
