Ortega’s POV:As my eyes slowly flutter open, the room comes into focus, and I find myself greeted by the sight of a luxurious chandelier above me. A groan escapes my lips as I attempt to sit up, feeling disoriented and weak."Hey, take it easy," a familiar voice soothes, and I turn to see Alfredo approaching with a cup in hand. He places the cup on the bedside table before helping me sit upright on the bed. I glance around the room, trying to piece together what happened, and the memories come flooding back – the feeling of betrayal, the pain, and then darkness."Here, have this," Alfredo offers, extending the cup to me. I accept it gratefully, recognizing the aroma of black coffee, my favorite."Thank you," I murmur, taking a sip and savoring the familiar taste."How long was I out?" I inquire, curious about the duration of my unconsciousness."About thirty minutes or so," Alfredo replies, rubbing his chin thoughtfully."Really?" I ask, surprised by the relatively short time I was u
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