Along our way to the hospital where Andrea admitted for a couple of weeks, Lisandro was quiet and nervous. I told him earlier that I could handle it by myself, but he insisted as always.
A pile of documents was left on his desk, and he must sign every page of it as much as possible.
It would be a long, stressful job for him. However, at the end of our conversation during breakfast, he won and convinced me to agree with his decision.
He was looking attentively on the road as I listened to the music playing in the stereo. It was a classical music and I liked how it was created.
I then leaned my head and closed my eyes for a moment. "Huh, I can't remember why my back hurts this much." I murmured, caressing my back to ease the pain a little bit.
My head spun around as if I was drunk all night long. It was probably due to stress and overthinking these past few days.
