Seventy Six

ISABELLA—-

As I was about to ask Alex about any updates, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from the doctor, informing me that Enzo had opened his eyes. Excitement and relief flooded through me, and I rushed to his room, eager to see him awake.

But when I entered the room, my heart sank. Enzo was lying there, his eyes open but devoid of recognition. He stared blankly ahead, unable to move or speak. It was as if he was trapped in his own body, unable to communicate with the world.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I approached him, gently taking his hand in mine. "Enzo, can you hear me?" I whispered, my voice filled with hope.

There was no response. Enzo's gaze remained distant, his body still and unresponsive. It felt like a cruel twist of fate. He had opened his eyes, but he was still so far away from me.

The doctor entered the room, his expression grave. He explained that Enzo had suffered a severe brain injury during the attack, which had resulted in his current condition. It was u