51

I blink a few times, finding the brightness strange. A sound similar to a whistle, it constantly sounds and pauses as if it were a device. My head hurts, but I force myself to wake up, noticing some beige armchairs in the corners of the white-walled room. I look at myself, seeing my arm stretched out on the bed with something connected to the vein, I follow my gaze until it begins and then I realize that I am taking a serum, and thus, I remember the nausea, the fight, the appearance, the cause of this consequence.

A little dizzy, I sit on the bed. I rub my forehead and see the door open.

— Celeste? — I see Damiano and apprehensively he comes to me. — God, are you crazy about making an effort? Lay down. — He says and holds me to make me follow his request, but I deny it.

- I am fine.

— Oh sure, it’s clear on your face. — We looked at each other and I let out a tired look, going back to bed.

In a way, the relief when I lay down is very clear. I touch my throat, the act of speaking