Chapitre 22: Chapter 22 Sacrifices Are Always To Be Made

The pain, the pain was unreal. I wake as if it's an emergency, as if sleeping had become a dangerous thing. My heart beats fast and there is a buzzing in my brain and together they are as panic with jump-leads. Only now my brain is as a flat battery, the exertions of the night being a marathon of erratic problem-solving.

The egg yolk sun poured through the cracks in the blind and awaited entrance into my eyes. Sight still in the clutches of the night's glue, I hesitantly rubbed the dreams away. Thoughts of the visions in sleep come and go in waves, clinging on to the very last memory of the night but with little success. That's not until I notice I was in my private hospital. The doors open revealing my mother and Lorenzo.