Me Llamo Tokio (My Name Is Tokyo) - A Money Heist Prequel

Chapter 67 - Costa Brava

The first thing I feel when I wake up is pain. All over my body, embracing me almost to the point of suffocation.
It's not a nice sensation, but, at least I'm alive.
I blink the blurriness out of my eyes a few times, then, when I see clearer, I start analyzing the surroundings. Just a small room with nothing but a bed, a nightstand and a wardrobe. But, what grabs my attention is the large wooden cross hanging above the door. Also, on the nightstand, next to a glass of water and a pitcher, is a small statue of the Virgin Mary accompanied by a pocket bible and a rosary.
I'm not quite sure where am I, but these people definitely seem to be religious. I guess, I am too, only in my own way. I'm not reciting the breviary, but I believe in God. Otherwise how else I'm alive right now if not helped by Him?
In pain, but alive. This is the motto of the day, I think as I'm taking short breaths trying to find a way to exhale that won't increase my suffering.
My eyes fell on the crucifix. He died on the cross for me and I'm complaining. I guess I need way more training to be pain proof than I thought I was already having.
I hear footsteps on the hallway. Till now I haven't thought much about it, but I'm starting to wonder where's Juan and where did he exactly brought me.
Even if I don't feel okay, I'm not afraid. This place gives me a sort of serenity that I haven't experienced in quite a while and, unlike me, people who have so many religious stuff can't be criminals, right?
I see how the person on the other side of the door slowly pushes the doorknob. It's too much to ask to be Juan, so I brace myself for whoever might appear.
Out of all the people I was expecting to step inside the room, I must admit that I've never thought of this, but now all the religious things make sense. A young girl dressed in nun habit is looking at me surprised. Probably, my look isn't too different either, so I decide to break this barrier of confusion and smile.
"Hi," I say and realize how weird my voice sounds.
"Hi," she replies shyly, "thanks God you're awake."
I nod. Obviously for them everything is God related. But, I must admit that I won't be awake right now without some divine assistance.
"How are you feeling?" she asks while opening the drawer of the nightstand and taking out a small metallic box. "You've been through so much lately, it's a miracle you're awake so early."
"I guess it is," I reply with a smile. "I'm feeling better, I mean I'm alive."
She lets out a short laugh, "I came to take care of your wound if you'll allow me."
"Yes, sure." I try to take the blanket off of me, but a sharp pain goes through my entire body, making me take out a pretty loud groan. "I'm sorry."
"No, don't be, it's okay," she says. "Let me handle this."
She takes the blanket, unveiling my bandaged abdomen.
"What happened to me?" I ask while she's preparing her stuff.
"When your husband brought you here, you were almost gone, my superior took care of you and extracted the bullet, then we prayed." She looks at me and sighs. "There wasn't anything else to do. And, thanks God, you're back, and so early!"
I don't even wait for her to tell me, but when I see the syringe, I already roll up my sleeve and offer her my hand.
"It's not too strong," she says after it's done, "but, it might help a bit."
"Thank you, it's okay," I try to assure her. "Do you know where my husband is?"
"No," she shakes her head, "he left a few hours after we treated your wound and he didn't say where he was going. The only thing he said was that in case you'll wake up, to tell you that he'll come after you as soon as possible."
"Alright, thank you." I close my eyes, trying really hard not to make any noise while the nun is cutting the bandages. "For how long I've been sleeping?"
"Three days," comes the answer.
That's not as much as I thought, or as I feel. My body acts like I was in a coma for several months. Everything hurts and I don't think there's a centimeter left out of my skin that doesn't aches.
Now, what I wonder while I feel the nun's hands gently cleaning my wound is whether she knows who is she helping right now. I guess not since she's acting so nice with me.
"I'm done," she announces after a while.
"Thank you," I say, slowly opening my eyes.
She was gathering all the things back into the box. On the other side were also laying the olde bandages, filled with thick blood. My only hope is that I won't die of an infection, but I'm probably in the best hands right now since we can't go to a hospital.
"I'm sister Llúcia," she introduces herself.
I'm quite confused whether or not to use my fake name or the real one, but since we're in a place of God, I end up saying, "I'm Silene."
Luckily for me she nods, like she knew that from before. Now, what I'm thinking about is how weird it would've been if I would've used another name.
"I'll let you rest," sister Llúcia says. "I'll come back at lunch to bring you something to eat. Let me know if you need anything."
"No, I'm good," I reply with a smile, "thank you."
I wanted to ask her to give me more details about Juan, only I'm a bit scared. Surely they don't know what we do and, I guess I shouldn't fuck our coverups right now. Apparently, Juan used my real name when he brought me here, but this doesn't mean that the nuns know what we do in our free time.
I hope he'll come back to take me soon, because one after the other I'm a thief. And I don't think that criminals fit in a convent.