"Finally, you're awake. I was already worried," she says once we're alone. "The blow Hector dealt you could have killed you, but at the very least it guaranteed you a few good hours of rest."
Still a little dizzy, I get up hurriedly, but realize I'm tied to the chair.
"Your friend will be brought here soon—don't worry. She's being evaluated right now, but she'll join us. Put this on"—I take the small T-shirt she offers me, relieved when she unties me.
She keeps tending to my throbbing forehead, which definitely has a cut.
"The scar will be small, almost imperceptible. Take this pill, because the pain is going to get worse." She hands it to me, and I pretend to take it, letting it sit under my tongue—because right now I don't trust anyone. "The early mornings tend to be longer down here
