COHEN’S P O V
I could hear footsteps nearby, and the low buzz of voices. Then there was a peculiar silence—but a strange silence, a different kind of silence.
Instantaneously, my eyes opened, and I noticed that I was in bed. In a strange bed, sheathed in white sheets.
As I looked at the radiator, I noticed that there was a window just above it. I looked out the window, and it was raining.
I was surrounded by words that were muffled and at a distance. ''He’s awake…’’ someone murmured.
''I think he’s stable…’’ another voice said.
I slowly turned my head when a woman suddenly appeared beside me. She was dressed in a scrub, probably a nurse.
''You’re in the hospital, Mr. Dawson…’’ the nurse explained. ''The officers have some questions to ask you…’’ She looked up at the tall man beside her. ''Please, make it fast…’’ In a tone that suggested she was not the least bit intimidated by his size, she spoke the words, ''He needs to rest…’’