"Kenny, you have to wake up."
I was awoken by a paw patting my cheek.
"What's wrong?" I asked while looking around.
Henry sat on the bed I lay on, and my grandmother stood in the doorway, while a few people with suitcases were in my room.
"Am I being kicked out?" I asked in confusion.
"You are. A gangster doesn't belong in my mansion." My grandmother scoffed.
"The center, remember what we talked about? We'll go there now; you slept for a whole week." Henry intercepted.
"Ah... okay." I sat up and noticed that I smelled quite a bit.
"Can I shower before we go?"
"A gangster doesn't need to shower." Came the snarky remark again.
"Yes, we'll leave in an hour. Do you need help?" Henry asked.
"No, thanks." I tried to crawl out of bed and wanted to go to the bathroom, but Henry grabbed my hand and held me in place.
"?" I looked at him and then saw that some infusion was attached to my wrist.
"Ah." Still groggy, I sat down again when a doctor came in and removed it.
