Chapter 868: Not a psychiatric ward
Meanwhile...
"Ugh..." A grunt escaped Tiger’s mouth even before he opened his eyes. He held the side of his head, his eyes cracking open. The light that penetrated his eyes made him take his time before opening them completely. When his eyes finally adjusted to it, he furrowed his brows as he turned to his right.
"What in the world...?" he muttered, turning to his left, only for his face to twitch. "Why in the world?"
"We’re not in a psychiatric ward, so don’t worry." Primo, who was sitting on the other bed, with his back resting against the headboard, reassured indifferently. "If you don’t believe me, take that vase over there as an example. If we’re in a psychiatric ward, they wouldn’t leave anything that can be used as a weapon to hurt others or ourselves."
"Ah, shit..." Tiger pinched the bridge of his nose, propping his arm against the mattress to sit up. He barely got anything from Primo’s nonsense, as the thought of being in a psychiatric ward didn’t even cross him until Primo mentioned it.
"Where are they?" he asked when his headache eased, snapping his eyes back to the other bed.
Primo shrugged. "No idea. I just woke up several minutes before you."
"Ah." Tiger rocked his head and then scanned the room they were in. For sure, this wasn’t the hospital where he was rushed in. It wasn’t Dominic’s home as well, neither it was Moose’s safe house.
"Just where in the world did they take us?" he wondered. "I’d be very furious if they told me they left without me."
"Are you a child?" Primo’s question earned Tiger’s attention. "You sound like they’ve left for an amusement park."
Tiger studied Primo for a second and shook his head. "Impossible."