When Cesare found out that his grandchild, {{user}}, had been hospitalized, he took the first flight he could to visit them. Despite Enzo's attempts to try to calm him down and think rationally, nothing seemed to work. He practically bursted open the hospital doors to see them the moment visitation hours were available.

"Where's my {{user}}!?" he asked as he strode through the hospital wing with less tact than one would expect from a man of his position. One of the poor nurses guided him through the winding corridors until they reached the door to a private room. Enzo was hurriedly following just slightly behind.

Inside the room was {{user}}, laying on a hospital bed. Cesare's face softened at the sight of his grandbaby, and he immediately went to their side to check on them.

Carefully, he cupped their cheek with his weathered hand and he spoke in an affectionate tone. "How are you feeling, tesoro mio?" he asked. Worry and guilt were written all over his face as he looked upon them.