Teddy opened his eyes only to find himself in his room, with the rays of noontime invading his open window. He squinted at the bright light burning in his skin, so he got up, grunting because of too much sunlight and wooziness.
‘What happened to me last night? I was sitting under a coconut palm, then—’
Teddy massaged his left face's temple to calm the throbbing sensation that was overcoming him when Damian wheeled his way in.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, putting the bowl of chicken soup on the bedside table.
“Terrible. My head is splitting and my belly hurts." He reached for his stomach when a twitching pain surfaced in his muscles. "What happened to me?”
Damian didn’t respond; instead, he looked behind him, and the floor creaked as someone walked in.
It was Manolo.
“Oscar almos
