Chapter 93 Davis tried to open his eyes but it felt too heavy. And when he finally opened them, he closed them back almost immediately. The light was too strong for his eyes. "Should I close the window, Sir?" A lady in uniform who he could not identify yet asked him. "Yes, please. Only a little," Davis begged. "But who are you?" Davis asked. "And where am I?" Davis added. "I am a nurse," she answered, calmly. "Oh, that explains the uniform? Does that mean I'm in the hospital?" Davis inquired. "Yes," she replied. "How long?" He continued. "3 weeks now," she said. "3 weeks! How come? Why?" Davis questioned. "Well, slowly put your hands on your head," she suggested. "Whatever for?" He asked. "Just do it, sir. You can trust me," she said, flashing me a smile. "Christ! How bad was the injury?" Davis queried as my hands reached my head. His hands could feel the large bandage wrapped around his head, suggesting the injury must have been severe. Severe enough to put him in a c
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