sixty- eight

"What the hell is this place?" Mateo wondered as he tried his very best to make his vision less blurry. His eyes were like they were locked together with glue.

He managed to move a limb of his left finger not once but three consecutive times, but unfortunately no one was there to notice that he was back again. The news of his death has spread far and wide across the country because of how terribly he was shot and the fact that the whole thing was caught on television.

Mateo's mind was blank; he did not remember anything that had happened to him. He was fucked shot in the head and had internal bleeding. His surgery to remove the bullet just completed a few weeks ago.

How the hell did I end up in this damn place? ....Ouch!" He screamed from the pain at the back of his skull; he wanted to try raising his head up, but the pain was excruciating.

Luckily, the door opened and Caleb surfaced with a doctor, as if he had already been informed.

"It's not possible!" "You are awake, Mateo?" Caleb