Try a Little Harder, You've Got to Measure Up
It should’ve been obvious, he should’ve noticed the signs and now he can smack himself over the head that he just didn’t see how far things have gotten. Enzo is sitting down in an uncomfortable chair in the waiting room of the ER, waiting for the doctor who’s handling Evan to come out and let him know what exactly is going to happen now.
His mom is sitting by his side, an arm wrapped around his shoulder, trying to comfort him in the best way possible though she knows it is hardly a comfort at all. Enzo is shaking all over, his fingers trembling while he clenches them into fists against the fabric of his pants, tears welling up in his eyes which he wills not to fall but fails anyway. “What am I going to do mom?” he asks, his voice desperate and pleading, as if she has the answer to it all, “I can’t do all this without him.”
His mom is sitting by his side, an arm wrapped around his shoulder, trying to comfort him in the best way possible though she knows it is hardly a comfort at all. Enzo is shaking all over, his fingers trembling while he clenches them into fists against the fabric of his pants, tears welling up in his eyes which he wills not to fall but fails anyway. “What am I going to do mom?” he asks, his voice desperate and pleading, as if she has the answer to it all, “I can’t do all this without him.”