As soon as Sun’s first ray fell on his eyes, Christian’s eyes opened. He sat on his bed and looked at time. It was probably late, he should have left quite early. But since many days he was just leaving before sunrise and coming home late made his body tired and weak. He lacked sleep.
“ahhh..” His head was still aching because of last night incident. The smell of blood still wanted to make him vomit. But he was used to hold his vomit back. In order to look strong in front of his mafia gang, he even drank his vomit which almost reached to his mouth.
His gaze went on the surgical tape on his arms. He clearly remembered last night he just tied a dirty handkercheif around his arms to stop bleeding. He never used surgical tape to stop his blood. He saw the medical kit was kept on the table.
