"So you are...?"
I winced at the question. Round eyes, as baby-like, as it was, the first time my eyes l had laid on him. This truth made me break a sweat. It felt unreal to see him questioning me.
"You don't remember-"
"Mr. Ohio, please..."
I turned around. The nurse whose thorax was hidden in her box of medicines sure had a rough voice. However, it took me by a late surprise to see her address me by my real name.
"Do you know me?"
I asked her swiftly. We for sure had given fake names.
She winced. It showed me it was a bad memory.
"I was a ......victim...."
My mind zoomed past those words for meaning. Of course, we were prisoners, held in court for few days until they found some people or the other who had suffered our wrath. Not to mention, but never knew city people were so fas
