Giuseppe
I open my eyes, finding a woman standing there, looking down at me.
"W-who are you?"
She smacks me. "Not f*****g funny. In poor taste."
I smirk. "I know. How long was I out?"
She sighs. "About a day. Your mom says she'll be by to check on you."
I nod, as she hands me a cup and a plate.
I quirk a brow. "Did you make this?"
"Can you tell what it is?" She asks calmly.
I nod.
"Then no. Your dad fixed it."
Ah, that makes sense. "And Febe?"
She sighs. "She ran away. I was more worried about you—"
"f**k me," I sigh.
She frowns. "Is something hurting?"
"No," I shake my head. "f**k me. I need to feel you."
She looks away."You're recovering—"
"Then come over here, and sit on my f*****g face," I order. "I just died, I'm hungry. Come here."
"No! Stop," She whines, as I pull
