Chapter 11
Duchy of Aragoni
Dani
AS I BEGAN TO regain some semblance of consciousness, my mind was awash with images—images of people bending over me; people asking me stupid questions; images of…. Oh my God. Where the f**k am I? I opened an exploratory eye and saw a ceiling painted a neutral color; then I opened the other eye and rolled both eyes experimentally.
Shit! I’m in a hospital bed. Are all of those tubes and wires coming out of me? I hurt all over. My left hand has things taped to it, but why can’t I move my right hand? There’s something wet touching it, and I hear mumbling. I wiggled my fingers to see if they worked, and the wetness went away. Then I saw Marco sitting beside the bed.
“You’re awake!” he said.
“More or less, I think.”
Was that my voice? It sounded more like
