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Enzo’s groaning wakes me. I watch him for a moment, realizing that every move he makes seems to hurt him. I slide out of the bed, going to the bathroom to get the painkillers for him.
“Hey,” I say softly, rubbing my hand along his bare chest. “You need to take this.”
He brings his hand up to rub his face, wincing as he does. I think he’s going to protest, but he sits up, and it seems to be a tremendous feat, so he takes them from me. “Thanks. Did I wake you?”
“No,” I lie. “But you were restless. I didn’t want it to get worse.”
“I’ll be alright, Princess,” he tells me as he sits up completely and moves his legs to hang over the side of the bed. “It’s definitely not the worst that’s happened to me.”
Enzo grabs his phone and looks at it for a moment before he stands an
