Clarissa;

“Lorenzo, please wake up."

I sat beside him as he lay on the living room couch with his head on my lap. His forehead was covered in sweat and his eyes were blank and white.

My heart was racing. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to give him CPR, but I didn't know if what he had was infectious.

I couldn't count the number of times I had placed my head on his chest to make sure that his heart was still beating. His breath was faint, and his skin was clammy and cold.

I couldn't take this anymore. I should have called for help sooner and...