Enzo's POV
It's been a month since my little argument with Alaric, I had swallowed my pride and gone to Agatha, Marcie, and Tasha one by one, apologizing for dragging them into something they never asked to be part of. They told me it was okay, that they understood, but their eyes said something else. They kept their distance, polite but stiff. Still, they kept their word not one of them reported Alaric. That in itself was a miracle I didn't take lightly.
Doc Kayla, however, had taken it upon herself to make sure my days at the hospital were unbearable. She never missed a chance to humiliate me in front of others. Things I hadn't done, she pinned on me with a smile that said she enjoyed every second of it. And the things I did? She magnified my smallest mistake like it was a crime against humanity. But I gritted my teeth and bore it. Because I knew why I was in this hospital, to help safe lives.
