#Chapter 74 The Test Subject

~Grace~ Would he even be conscious? I knew if Alex was as sick as he was, then Enzo had to be in a similar state. I stood anxiously outside of his door after knocking. There hadn’t been an answer for about a minute, but I didn’t just want to come in myself. That felt far too intrusive. “Enzo? It’s Grace. Can I talk to you for a minute?” I knocked again, this time a little louder. Finally, I heard movement from the other side of the door, and I sighed in relief. Thank god. I wasn’t sure what I’d do if he weren’t awake. Slowly, the door opened, and Enzo’s tired face appeared. He looked about as sick as Alex did when I put him to bed. Pale, sweaty skin, his curly hair puffed out in every direction. It looked dark in his room, and he squinted at me. “...Grace? Y-yeah? What is it?” I shifted uncomfortably. “Can… I come in? There’s something… personal I want to talk about.” It wasn’t so much that it was personal, I just didn’t want there to b