52 Maya Valdez—Again
When Paul came to, he was inside a room that looked familiar. After a few seconds, he realized he was lying on the same bed was Judith recuperated after getting shot in the leg. He sat up with a groan, feeling as if his body had taken a thousand beatings. His head did not ache but it felt heavy. He looked around and saw that he was alone. He replayed everything that happened, from the time he sat down to dinner until he passed out outside the hospital building. There were so many questions in his mind but one thing was for sure: the arsenal’s security failed them. A knocking sound made him look up to see Eric hovering by the doorway. “Are you feeling up to some food and conversation?” asked Eric. Paul nodded, donned his shoes, and stood. “How long was I out?” “The entire night and
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