I’ve been twisting and turning all over Maximo’s bed for what seemed like endless hours. No matter how hard I tried to tell myself that everything was going to be okay and the cure will soon be found once Marcus and others were back, I just couldn’t get that unsettling feeling out of me.
It didn’t entirely help that I could smell Maximo every time I turned. I wanted to visit him, to take a hold of his hand and tell him that I was there for him, but I couldn’t. Not until tomorrow, at least. The doctors were strict on letting him rest as much as possible to regain all the strength he lost when he almost died.
Almost died… It repeated in my head accompanied with the feeling of my heart being stabbed by a knife that I had to clench onto my chest.
It was so hard to believe, to grasp, and t
