“Thanks,” he groaned. “Pill.”

“She said I should feed you first,” I said, stepping closer to him. “Let me make something.”

He waved a hand. “Pill.”

“I know you’re in pain, but—”

“Give him the pill,” Gin groaned. “If he pukes, he pukes.”

I sighed. “Fine. I’ll get some water.” I laid a hand on Enzo’s leg. “I’ll be right back.”

He nodded. I stared at him. His shirt had been cut away, and his chest was bandaged up. I could see spots of blood trying to appear through the wrapping. Yeah, I wasn’t going anywhere because I needed to be the one to change them. It was my fault he’d been shot in the first place. He was right; I was naive.

I made my way to the kitchen, leaving him alone with his brothers. My hands were still shaky, but not as much as before. Some of the shock had worn off, but it was replaced with exhaustion. I couldn’t deal with Rourke’s death, not tonight. Tomorrow, however, I knew it would hit me like a ten-ton truck.

Cold water spilled over my hand, waking me up. I shut off the faucet and quickly returned to Enzo. The room was empty now besides him.

“Where did your brothers go?”

“Told them to give us some space.” He raised himself up on one elbow. “Let me get that pill.”

“Right.” I placed a pill on his tongue, washing it down with the water. He swallowed it and plopped back onto the bed. “I’m sure it’ll kick in soon.”

“Hmm,” he grunted, his hand grabbing mine. “Get in.”

I frowned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Enzo tugged, and I toppled into the bed. “Hey, careful!” I growled. I sat the glass on the nightstand. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you do shit like that.”

“Don’t care,” he mumbled. Enzo tugged me closer, burying his face into my neck. “Are you okay?”

“You’re the one who got shot,” I pointed out.

“So what? You saw your friend die tonight. And we weren’t nice about it.” He turned my head so I couldn’t look away. “Are you okay?”

“No,” I answered honestly.

Enzo nodded. “I didn’t think so.” He laid his arm over me, holding me tightly as silence stretched between us. My body grew heavy, my eyelids drooping. “Tex?”

“Yeah,” I muttered.

“I love you.”

My eyes snapped right back open. “What?”

Enzo’s eyes were starting to close, the medicine kicking in. “I love you,” he slurred slightly. “Stay with me.”

My heart raced. Did I just hear that? Enzo searched my face, his tired eyes looking for something. I licked my lips.

“Fuck. I think I love you too,” I whispered.

A smile took over his lips as his eyes closed one last time and stayed closed. The soft, even breathing against my ear made my chest tighten. I stared at Enzo for what felt like ages, watching his chest rise and fall as he held onto me.