Three weeks later
Rodrigo sat on the hospital bed, dresses in a brand new outfit, a wine-colored sweater, and gray jeans pants with matching sneakers.
His gaze was focused on his palms. They looked rough and unkempt from years of tidying. His mind prowled on the incident and his future. It sure had a drastic change on him, a change that would be visible to the world.
If he could he would've chosen to be amnesiac to forget the awful incident, to forget the giant man's voice, his sneers, his short laughs in pleasure, his requests, the rules of his game, and everyone. Then he could start over again. Slowly and peacefully.
He reached to touch the bandage over his eye. They said he would be fine, everything would be okay. He knew it was the usual slogan of doctors and nurses. They don't k
