(TYLER)
I lie in the same position in my hospital bed, day after day, staring at the same city skyline.
Lucia and Jericho alternate shifts at the hospital, sitting in my room. They talk about a lot of things, shifting from subject to subject. I don't hear a word of what they say.
The plan is to take me home. At least, I know that.
Despite the efforts of many different people, I still haven't said a word. Lucia. Jericho. The nurses. The doctors. The cops. They even went as far as getting me a trauma counsellor to try and talk to me. Try.
Sasha is the only one who doesn't hound me. I haven't seen him nice he promised to kill everyone then left. For all I know, he could be dead, or gone.
"We got your room all set up. We have the family doctor around. He'll be keeping tabs on you." Lucia says as she wheels me towards the door like the invalid I am now. "I instructed the chefs to make your favourites, but not over the top. The doctor here said you're on a strict diet."
