Chapter 55

• That's when I feel it, my finger moved. I slowly start to feel my body parts, gaining control little by little. I was able to make my finger move and gently, I move my hand. I force my eyes to open, slowly and carefully so as to not blind myself.
• I squint, my eyes fluttering as it struggles to stay open from the harsh lights making it tough. As my eyes adjust, I look around the room, which is clearly a hospital. I'm hooked up to a few machines and am still bandaged up around my stomach and torso. There's tubes that are shoved up my nose and shoved up my—never mind. I don't want to talk about it.
• To my right, in a chair beside my bed, Alejandro lays still, sound asleep. His head facing away from me, as his hand is on top of mine.