Thankfully, the anesthesia had worn off as we had been waiting for my mother, so I could finally talk normally again. "Sure," I say, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, as if to say, "Don't worry, I've got this."
"Okay, Mom," I say. "I'm going to tell you what happened, and I would really appreciate no interruptions."
My mother raises her eyebrows, and says, "But–"
"No," I say. "No interruptions, seriously."
My mother nods, and I say, "Today, Ales and I went to the bookstore. We got separated in the parking lot, and… and a man grabbed me and threw me in his van. He drugged me so I fell unconscious, and took me to his, I don't know, I guess his headquarters. They wanted to kidnap me so you could pay a very high ransom for me." What I didn't add was that I had assumed my mom wouldn't even pay the ransom, but there wasn't a need to say that out loud for Ales to hear.
"Anyway, I'm in his little headquarters place, and they kept me in a bunch of cells. They beat me, Mom. That's how I got the wound on my head, and–" I lift my arms to show the bruises on my arms, "– bruises all over me. But Ales came and rescued me, even though he got hurt himself, and the kidnappers thought he was dead.
"Although he ended up miraculously recovering somehow, and got the handcuffs off my wrists and we got the hell out of there." I exhale, and then ask Ales, "I didn't miss anything, did I, Ales?"