Waves of pleasure

"Hey guys! What brings you here?" Carla greeted us, waving enthusiastically at us.

"We came here to pick up Roman," I said.

"Really? That's cool. Where is he?"

She looked genuinely shocked when I told her about Roman's situation.

"I hope he feels better soon!"

"Thanks," I said.

As we watched her drive off, Roman and I headed towards the elevator. Once we had gotten inside, he pressed the button for the first floor. Once we reached the fifth floor, Roman asked me to hang on to him while he used his key card to open the door.

Once we entered the apartment, he locked the door behind us and switched on the lights.

He led me to the couch, sat down next to me and took one of my hands in his, gently stroking my fingers with his thumb. Then, he began explaining what had happened the previous day.

"The manager found me when she came to check on me," he explained.

"Apparently, I was unconscious on the ground when she arrived and didn't wake up until she called the police."

"So you were beaten