I opened my eyes. I can hear the sound of the Hostel Machine. The light centered on me hit my eye. White walls and the noisy aircon. There was a hand holding my dextrose hand as he bent down to sit asleep. He still didn’t notice that I was awake.

“How many days have I slept?” I don’t know if the prescribed dextrose affects me, but I feel like my brain is still not coming back to normal. I stared at Hugo’s bowed head for a long time before what happened sank into me.

I yanked the dextrose that was inserted into my nerves. I cried out in pain. I...