My head pounded like a drum, and I felt like I was stuck in quicksand. I tried to move my left hand to massage my temples but couldn't; it was as if someone was holding it.

Groaning, I slowly opened my eyes, slightly hazy. Once they cleared, they started adjusting to the brightness of the room. The first thing I saw was Luca, staring at me, looking worried as if he was concerned about me.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, caressing my hand. I smiled weakly, unable to respond to him. I felt too ...