Given what happened with Gino, Alexi is sensitive to head injuries, which isn’t really about me. I guess he happens to get panicky over people dying from brain trauma.

‘I’m fine. I need you to leave,’ I call out softly. I don’t think I have the energy anymore even to get up.

‘I told you. I’m not going anywhere without you. I’m not leaving you here.’ He sounds determined, and I get agitated again—our roundabout of emotions and never-ending moods.

‘Jesus ...