I woke up feeling dizzy. I tried to open my eyes, but the light hurt my eyes and blurred my vision, so I closed them again. I moved a little only to regret it. A sharp ache shot through my head, reminding me of the events that had led me here.
“Hey, hey, take it easy,” a gentle voice said.
I turned my head slowly to see a nurse standing by my bedside. She had a kind face, her eyes full of concern as she adjusted the IV drip attached to my arm.
“Where am I?” I croaked, my throat dry and scratchy.
“You’re in La Harrison Hospital. You were brought in yesterday. Do you remember what happened? You were severely injured.”
The memories came flooding back in a disjointed rush: the men with their cold, calculating eyes; the dark, damp room where they had kept me; the excruciating pain as they
