I was to stay in the hospital for one month until I recover.
And so each day was spent just in a room laying like a statue. The entire time I anxiously contemplated my impending return to juvenile detention. It was a burden I had no choice but to bear, and during those seemingly endless days, I was thinking of ways to get out of the juvenile prison without bringing any more trouble to myself.
"Perhaps I should join Damir..." a thought came to mind.
As the month past, I finally shed the shackles of bandages and emerged onto the ward's balcony, gazing upon the cityscape below.
"I came to the juvenile for the purpose of recruiting people capable of killing into my organization, but, alas I couldn't do it. I'll just try to stay quiet, and maybe I can get out of this prison without harming myself further. This mission was a total fail."
