2 days later…
“Sure you’re good…?” Cartelli questions as soon as he steps back from his brother after helping him nurse his healing wound.
“Stings like a b***h… but I’m good…” Caesaro hisses just as he puts on his shirt carefully and begins to button it up, watching as Cartelli places the medical supplies on Caesaro’s side table and takes off his gloves, grabbing that and all the used cotton balls before walking over to the dust bin and throwing them away.
“Trust me I know the feeling… I’m still not fully healed yet…” Adriano, who is also present in the room, lets out just as he stands with his arms crossed and a concerned frown written on his brows.
Caesaro then glances over at Adriano, knowing exactly what he is talking about and being glad that he can understand what he’s going thr
