The Ultimate Return of Carlos

32: The Days After

Carlos woke up to the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the sterile smell of the hospital room. The early dawn light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the walls. His body felt heavy, a dull ache pulsing from his injured arm, but the pain was nothing compared to the whirlwind of emotions raging inside him.

He reached for his phone lying on the bed beside him, his mind still fixated on Edgar. He had to find out more— anything that could give him a lead. With a shaky hand, he opened his browser and typed 'Edgar' into the search bar, hoping to stumble upon something that could help him track down the man who had turned his life into a nightmare.

Minutes passed, stretching into hours as he sifted through irrelevant results, each one adding to his frustration. There were no clear matches, no pictures that resembled the man who haunted his memory. Just as his patience was wearing thin, his phone beeped— a notification telling him it needed to be plugged in.

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