Hospitalized

Lucy

My eyes fluttered open. The light intensity attacked my eyes, I winced at the hurt. I tried to move my body but I felt as though I had been hit by a truck after being pummeled by a sumo wrestler.

“Take it easy, miss.” A hand — soft but capable like a doctor’s — held me down.

“Where am I? How did I get here? W-who are you?” I was looking into her face.

She chuckled. “For someone who is in such a bad shape, it’s a wonder how you can move your mouth asking so many questions.”

“Hmm.” I muttered in contemplation examining the smiling lady before me ,her face didn't seem familiar. I dont think I've seen her before.

“He’ll be here soon. He went out.”

The woman who looked to be no more than twenty seven or twenty eight informed me. And my brain was yet too sluggish to understand her so I stared, wanting more explanation from her.

“Armando González.” She mentioned as though that would spike my memory. And indeed it did.

“Where’s Armando? Where did he go to? I want to see him.”

I said, cli