When I woke up I was in a hospital room. There was a nurse at my bedside, busy injecting something into the serum attached to my arm. I groaned weakly and struggled to lift my head.
"So you're awake," the nurse muttered. "Don't try to get up please. You should rest a little longer. I'll call the doctor." He grabbed my shoulders and gently pinned me to the bed.
Immediately I heard the sound of someone getting up inside. The person who entered my frame was Cesur. He sat next to me and took my hand. "Are you okay?" he said in a tired tone.
I just shook my head. "What happened?" I asked. The last thing I remember was the bloody meat in the fridge.
"You were lying unconscious in the bathroom when I got home." Brave opened and closed his eyes. It didn't seem very pleasant to reminisce about that moment.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"It's ten o'clock in the evening," he said, looking up at the clock hanging on the wall.
