Ezekiel
"You should probably get back to your room," I sighed as I propped myself up on one elbow as I laid on my side so I could look at Ezra. It was already 6am and I knew Adonis would be knocking on my door in two hours which gave us enough time, but it was better to be safe.
Ezra had somehow wrapped himself up to look like a burrito with his face being the only thing exposed.
He had not been the picture of health that morning because he spent most of the night whining about a stomach ache because he had had too much ice cream with Oreo biscuits. His face was puffy and the tip of his nose slightly red.
I was working most of the night so I was able to take care of him even though I had warned him to not.
"Will you carry me back Mister Ezekiel?" he softly spoke then dramatically stuck his tongue out as he softly coughed, "I don't think I'll make the journey."
