I looked around myself at each of the four men, a woman in a doctor’s uniform, and three nurses in the hospital room.
“Where am I?” I tried to focus on my breathing still blinking alive and feeling an uncomfortable amount of bile in the back of my throat telling me I need to vomit.
A blasting light flashes in front of me taking a picture. This is not a good feeling at all. My thoughts dart to remember the night before when Marcus found me in Mexico.
“New York State Hospital.” The short bearded middle-aged man in the green suit answered.
Shit… my plan worked?
I was interviewed by the officers. I covered my story well. Marcus, one of the most wanted men by both the FBI and Interpol, abducted me from New York. I never knew where I was but that it was an island somewher
