Enzo's POV The Distance Between Us
Alaric gave me seven days.
Seven days to breathe. To think. To make sense of the chaos he dropped at my feet like broken glass. I thought it wouldn't be enough how could it be? How could a week ever be enough time to piece together a heart that feels like it's been carved out with a jagged blade and left bleeding in silence? That's what I thought when he gave me those seven days to think, but now, it's only been three days… and I'm already drowning.
I finish my shift at the hospital, the sterile, buzzing halls slowly emptying around me. My gloves are off, but I'm still scrubbing my hands scrubbing and scrubbing like maybe I can get rid of more than just the blood. It's not mine, but it might as well be. Every patient we lost today, every fragile breath we couldn't save, it all sticks to me.
