-Enzo-
“Ready to go, Dickhead?” I ask as a nurse pushes Dante out to the car in a wheelchair.
“You couldn’t even bring a good car?” he scoffs.
I make a face. “I bought this for my wife. It’s a safe car.”
He smirks, but as he goes to stand, his face contorts to one of pain. It’s been a week, and he’s still in a ton of pain. I was surprised they wanted to send him home, but they said there’s nothing they can do now that the infection is cleared.
I should offer him my hand to help him, but he’d hate me for it. I glance at the cute nurse who wheeled him out, and she thankfully understands.
“Here, let me help you, Sweetie,” she says with a smile as she takes his arm.
I don’t know how I’ll get him in the house, unless Reilly comes out to help him. He won’t let me do it, and I doubt
