A SMALL CHATTER COULD BE HEARD WHEN DIEGO opened his eyes. His body was sore and numb from the pain. It was as if a tree trunk pinned him in place. He didn’t know which one to address first. In the end, he screamed in agony.
A group of men and women gathered around him. They wore white robes that had a couple of blood stains. It seemed they were tending to the wounded. He put in great effort to move his head, but it was akin to a Herculean feat.
“Good, you are awake. My name is Doctor Rogelio, and I am in charge of your care. Please call the family while I check his vitals.” A young man in his forties ordered someone. He didn’t understand what he meant by those words, but he didn’t care at all.
His mind was preoccupied by the massive headache he was experiencing. A throbbing pain in h
