[This chapter is dedicated to Suman_Borse. Thank you for bestowing our story with your power stones!]
He was in and out of consciousness but he was pumped with so much drugs he had no idea of what was really happening. He had no idea if it was still a day or already night. One thing he was sure of was that he was no longer lying on the hard floor of the walk-in closet where his father beat the hell out of him.
He felt the familiar firmness of a mattress and the disgusting smell of disinfectant. The one that seemed to be always present in a hospital. However, he was quite sure that he wasn't in a hospital. His father won't be that kind to send him to a hospital.
"Sir, it's time for your medicine."
