Chapter 75: Warns And Attempts
“…iott. Elliot? Elliot?”
I woke up, hearing faint voices around me. My head is throbbing, feeling like a hammer hit hard on my head. “Where am I?” I muttered, looking around me.
The smell of alcohol and chlorine lingers in my nostrils as my nose wrinkled. The walls are white, and a lady was wearing a white lab gown was checking my chest through her stethoscope.
Wait… am I in a hospital?
I glance on my left side and saw Tomás kissing my knuckles. He smiled at me. “Thank God you’re okay,” my vision spins like a wheel. Argh! I shouldn’t have a drink that wine.
Turning my gaze onto my right, I pale. He was there, Facundo — darkly staring at me with those chapped lips and a mocking smirk. A tear fell from my eye.
“I-I need to go home,” I mumbled.
