Chapitre 95: Failure To Escape

Miracle's POV

I woke up and moaned because of the illness I was feeling in my arm. I can hardly move because of the handcuffs on my wrists and shackles on my ankles and my body writhes in anguish because of my fall and it got worse because of my sleeping position. I tried to move my head and look around the room, hoping Nelson is near. He leaned against the broken wall as he watched me sleep, and he raised his eyebrow when he noticed my movements. I felt so thirsty, but I can't talk because of the duct tape on my mouth.