Chapter 33

It took me two days to wake up completely.

Of course, I haven’t been sleeping all this time. I was more in a state of lethargy that made me think that I would faint to the slightest sign of effort. My head was filled with choppy flashes, mixing images of orange and black plates to the quick lines of those who took care of the tube that connected me to the serum. My wound near my neck was not serious. I had what I heard called a stroke of luck "or a sample of faith", although I doubted to be able to say aloud that I was grateful for the fat scar I would receive after those days of care.

The buttery light of the sun, which warmed the polished floor as a guarantee that the remnants of the end of winter would stay away from the amenity of early spring, woke me up in that dawn. Due to a sudden despair, I tried to get up. Instantly, my body burned with a thermal sensation that only hospitals have; cold for its white walls, lacking furniture to fill the lonely void. Every corner seeme