Does he suspect me?
Resigned to his new mission, which he couldn't escape, Rafael rose from the bed, his thoughts swirling in every direction as he limped across the room, momentarily forgetting the pain in his leg.
The weight of his task pressed down on him, each step heavy with indecision and apprehension. He couldn't afford a mistake, not with the stakes as high as they were.
Lost in his thoughts, Rafael didn't notice the edge of a stool as his foot caught on it, sending him sprawling to the floor. Pain shot through his injured leg, radiating like a shockwave up to his head. The sudden impact made him see stars for a moment as his vision blurred.
"What the fuck!" he spat, clutching his leg as the sharp, throbbing pain intensified.
His curse echoed in the empty room, a desperate attempt to shake off the pain. He quickly sat up, gingerly bringing his injured leg in front of him, trying to assess the damage.