"You changed your hair",I say, trying to make small talk,I can feel that our relationship will never be the same again,but I'm glad to see him doing so well.
I ask him further about school and if he has made new friends but he is a little evasive about it,I don't mind as long as he is here with me.
Later during the day Giovanni is moved from the ICU and we can now visit,we have to make sure to wear protective gear so as to not infect him with any germs .
I slowly enter the room and walk towards him. It is heartbreaking to see the arrogant Giovanni so helpless with so many tubes sticking out of his mouth and some on his chest.
Only the beeping of the machine that keeps track of his pulse can be heard as I stand there and look at him.
He was so helpless and defenseless,like I've always been before him.
"You have to wake up", I say and hold his hand.