When my eyes open, I see that I'm in a hospital. There was a bandage around my shoulder but I was relieved that I was not bleeding again. Max was facing the window, he was on a call and when I grunted, he walked over to where I was.“He's awake now. Should I give him the phone?” He asked whoever was calling. He was silent for a second or two before placing the phone on my ear. “Your mother,” he said.“Spencer, are you okay? Max told me about everything that happened and I'm so worried about you,” she sobbed. Her voice cracked, an evidence that she was truly concerned about what happened to me.“Mom, I'm fine. The bullet just brushed my shoulder,” I replied.“Just brushed? That bitch shot you and you're here saying that it just brushed your shoulder. What if it didn't? I've spent so much time in silence that they think I'm still as miserable as I was before, I think it's time for me to return to LA city,’’ she said.I nearly exploded on hearing her. Returning to the city amidst this cr
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