Chapter21
Pdv July My heavy eyelids are finally starting to move, the weight of my head comparable to that of the whole earth, I don't feel my arms or my feet, I feel so weak and vulnerable. When I open my eyes, I see the white roofs, the crumpled sheet and the tubes that are connected to machines, my green wall which gives a rather dark aspect, my black art paintings which gives me a feeling of solitude. It is my room but I never looked at it as I see it right away. I continue to slowly open my eyes. The image becomes clear and I could see Nick's presence, but what is he doing here? I don't have too many memories of what happened to me or of the one who attacked me. Nick: how are you my love? He said in a very familiar tone. Me: I am not your love and where are Roger? I want to see it right a
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