Chapter 32

Pablo's POV

The next day, my head was hurting as if I had been hit or had suffered from a heavy and terrible hangover. I knew that none of the things were possible, but still, I tried to wake up carefully, getting up with both hands on my head. Painkillers were some of the few medicines we could find in the infirmary, but explaining to the guards that my pain was real was the real problem. In general, we only received any medication with legitimate evidence that we were sick or injured. A big bureaucracy for nothing. It was better to continue in pain.

" Dude... what a night..." murmured Ramirez, still lying on the bed above mine. He yawned loudly, like a lion. "God forgive me for doing this to my wife. It's been so long since we last saw the call girls, I couldn't resist. I'm going to pray ten more our father tonight.”

"Only a fortnight ago," I said as I stood up and used the vase. "And praying for more times won't change the fact that you cheated on your wife, but