บท 75: Make It Hurt

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I lie in the same position in my hospital bed, day after day, staring at the same city skyline.

Lucia and Jericho alternate shifts at the hospital, sitting in my room. They talk about a lot of things, shifting from subject to subject. I don't hear a word of what they say.

The plan is to take me home. At least, I know that.

Despite the efforts of many different people, I still haven't said a word. Lucia. Jericho. The nurses. The doctors. The cops. They even went as far as getting me a trauma counsellor to try and talk to me. Try.

Sasha is the only one who doesn't hound me. I haven't seen him nice he promised to kill everyone then left. For all I know, he could be dead, or gone.