61. Scar

It seemed that between Henry's visit and my grandmother's visit had been 2 weeks. That was at least what I heard guards commenting on. I can now definitely say that I either fall unconscious for longer periods or that I have some kind of blackout. It wasn't more than a few minutes for me. 

I was brought back to my old cell, back to my mate. Seeing the fat guy again, I grinned. After turning my back to the prison door for the guards to uncuff me. I saw him standing up and coming to me.

"Missed me?" I asked and saw him nodding. He seemed to have been worried.

"I was just on a short vacation; now I am back." We sat on the floor again, and this forgotten urge to speak was back again.