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chapter 88

Martina's pov

J: So, I think you could return to your room now. Do you want to?

*Jorge asked and sat on his chair beside my bed*

M: Yes, of course

J: Okay, now slowly move your feet down here and sit up. Hold on, I will help you

*He held my back and gently pulled me up. After a minute of sitting, when I got my balance, I stood up and leaned against Jorge's arm*

J: Good. Come on, let's go

*We headed to my room slowly, in silence*

J: Eh, Martina, how do you feel?

M: You already asked me, the last time was... five minutes ago. My neck hurts. But I am okay

J: I'm asking you how do you feel... inside. Psychically

M: Much worse than on the outside. I feel betrayed. And guilty because I didn't listen to you.

J: Don't talk about guilt. I forgive you everything.

M: There is nothing that could make me feel better

J: Have you ever thought of going out? In the town?

M: No, not really. I felt ready to go out. But now I can't. Because of my... injury.

J: Well then, as soon as you are okay, I will take you out

M: Really?

J: Yeah, if you'll take your medicine properly and let me check the stitches on your neck from time to time, you'll go on a trip soon

M: Thank you!

*I almost shouted and hugged him carefully. We arrived at my room and entered. Mercedes was there, placing beautiful flowers on the table*

Me: Martina! I am happy that you're standing on your feet again!

M: I thank you for the flowers.

Me: Don't thank me

*She said and pointed at Jorge*

J: You like flowers, so, this is a gift from us

Me: ... so... I have to go now. I'm haply that you're alright Martina

M: Me too

*Mercedes smiled at me and left. Jorge walked around my room while I sat on my bed and looked at the flowers.*

J: When you appeared in the cabinet, I... Martina. Hey. I'm here

*He said and snapped his fingers.*

M: I know.

J: What's wrong?

M: I- when I was unconscious, I had a dream. A bad dream

J: What was it about?

M: I was tied up in a room and... there was a man... he... he tortued me. And I wasn't able to scream

*When I said all this, my hands started shaking again but Jorge held them. And looked straight in my eyes.*

J: Was it just a dream? Or... a memory?