The next two days were like torture for Victor. He spent them anticipating a word from Terry about what he meant the last time he saw him; instead, Terry never showed up again. Lana was the one who brought him his pills and meals. He groaned in anger as he stood near his room window. Had he been mistaken? Was he really here to help him? The room was suffocating, and he wasn't sure if he could bear a single day more in this place. The soft knock on his door caught his attention, and he let out a deep sigh, expecting to see LLana, but instead it was Terry.
Terry had a slight smile on his face as he stared at Victor. Victor immediately rushed to the door, and Terry winked at him. he handed the pills to Victor and a small piece of paper. "I hope you had enough rest last night. It's going to be a hectic day," Terry said, and Victor nodded.
