CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE

I can't look as Thomas takes the stitches out from Alessandro's side. He doesn't make a sound, but he's chugging whiskey straight from the bottle.

"I don't think alcohol is good for the bleeding." I tell him softly, but he just takes another swig as if he didn't hear me.

It kills me to see him like this. I don't have a parent that I give a fuck about, so I can't even comprehend how he must be feeling right now.

Thomas discreetly shakes his head at me, so I shut my mouth and clench my hands as Thomas cleans the wound and restitch it.

"You have to take some antibiotics to prevent an infection." Thomas tells him and closes the medical kit.

"I'll live." Alessandro says as he keeps on drinking the damn whiskey.

This is the perfect moment where I tell him that in less than a year, there will be another person that he has to be healthy for. Still, the words don't come out of my mouth, and I can practically feel Thomas's accusing eyes on me.

I don't think it's the right time to tell hi