Chapter 36

Pablo's POV

Damn it was Joana Jones, but she really kept her word to take me to the doctor. I couldn't go in the same car as her. I went inside an armored car and heavily closed by the police, but still with two big and armed men in the back seats with me, and my hands handcuffed, I have never felt so free.

I couldn't see the outside very well, and I even avoided stretching my neck, so that the police wouldn't notice and make any jokes. That day, none of them were in a good mood, not even me.

It was dawn. I hadn't even slept. Joana got that authorization from the judge in a matter of hours, and there we were exploring the city in search of a confidential hospital that did not refuse to attend to a prisoner.

The cops ripped me out of the car without being too careful, so I ended up hitting my head when I forgot to keep it down until I left, too moved by the cold winds of that morning to be able to notice anything else.

There were no cars in the parking l