Chapter 127

As a person who has always avoided going to hospitals, I need to say that it was a real shock to wake up in one's bed without having the idea of how much time had passed or even why I was there.

The first notion I had of the return of my consciousness was to realize that my head hurt. And it wasn't a pain of the kind caused by a blow. She started behind the eyes and extended to the cocuruto, so that my vision remained blurred and blurry for a long moment. No matter how many times I rubbed my eyes, the images didn't focus, and the pain in my whole head just got worse.

So I started to notice the sounds, or rather, the lack of them. My biggest problem with hospitals “apart from the doctors, the medicines, the sick and the terrible smell of diarrhea and blood that all public hospitals exuded “was the dying silence that surrounded the white and immaculate walls. I didn't like the lack of sounds, because that was always the prelude to something unexpected happening.

But trying