Chapter 125

Emiliano's pov It all smelt of blood and bleach. Hospitals were something I detested. Had always. I detested them even more now, though, as I lay flat on this hard bed with my chest tightly bandaged and my arm full of tubes. It felt as if the walls were closing in around me. I winced when the machine next to me beeped. I was still trapped, but I was conscious and breathing. It had been hours since the door guard had moved. He appeared disinterested. He seemed uninterested, as if he was simply incapable of thinking. He hardly looked at me anymore. Perhaps he believed me to be innocuous. Perhaps he was mistaken. I moved slowly as I felt my ribs burn. The bullet did not strike my lung. Seldom. I ought to have died. They desired my death. I had witnessed too much. I listened to too many stories. I had done too much. However, I wasn't going down that easily. The nurse came in again, the same one from earlier. She grinned as if nothing had happened, as if I hadn't almost passed out in some a