Diego's POV

{Four days later}

As I was in my room, preparing to go out, Luis knocked and entered my room. I glanced at him and continued to button my shirt.

“Where are you going, Diego?”

I didn't respond and focused on knotting my tie. He came closer and stood beside me.

“You haven't recovered yet? Where are you going?”

I sighed. “Don't make a big deal out of this,” I said. “This isn't the first time that I've been hit by a dagger or something more ...