Elena's eyes opened to a white ceiling that wouldn't hold still. There was a needle taped to the back of her hand and a tube running up to a bag hanging on a metal pole beside the bed, and when she tried to lift her head the whole room tilted sideways and her stomach rolled."You're awake."Rodrigo was sitting in a chair by the bed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, watching her with an expression she couldn't quite place through the fog pressing down on her thoughts."Where am I?" Her voice came out thick, like her tongue was too heavy for her mouth."Somewhere safe.""Why does it feel like the room is moving?""You've had a lot of medication." He reached out and brushed her hair off her forehead and the touch felt far away, like it was happening to someone else. "You should rest."Elena tried to sit up and her arm throbbed where the bullet had gone in, and underneath the throb was a heaviness that sat in her chest and made her thoughts slide past each other before she co
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