moving on

GIOVANNI’S POV “Giovanni!” Someone else yelled, probably Alessio. I ignored him as well. This was what I wanted and Julio was finally giving it to me. He landed an uppercut that sent me staggering. My vision went dark at the edges. Then his knee caught me in the ribs, and I went down. The concrete was cold against my cheek. Boots appeared in my limited vision and someone was yelling. But the sounds got further away, like I was underwater. Finally, my eyes closed and everything stopped existing. I woke up to pain everywhere. My face felt stiff and my ribs screamed with each breath, even my fucking hair hurt. Blurry figures swam into focus. Alessio, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. Enzo, sitting on the edge of... my bed? I was home? "Welcome back," Alessio said dryly. "Enjoy your nap?" I tried to sit up and immediately regretted it. Everything hurt worse than before. "Easy," Enzo said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You've got three cracked ribs, a concussion, and your h