17 Chapter 17: Hur (1/2)
”Ma'am, can you tell us what happened?”
My body is shaking uncontrollably.
”We-we were shot at on the way home...they tried to...”
I can't finish my sentence. The words won't leave my mouth.
”Ok then, would you like me to call someone?”
”I...I don't know his number, can I g-go get him?”
”I don't think that's a good idea ma'am, you're in no condition to drive.”
”I-I can't do this...”
I fall out of the chair and cover my face with my hands. Hot tears spill from my eyes as the reality of the whole thing hits me.
A pair of arms wrap around me.
”Hey, it'll be alright.”
A stranger comforts me until I stop crying.
”It's alright,”
He strokes my hair gently. It really calms my nerves.
”Is- is he ok? Will he be ok?”
He helps me off the floor and hands me a handkerchief.
”Are you here for Mr. Hernandez?”
”Y-yes.”
He scratches the back of his neck,
”You might want to come with me.”
***
”So, you don't know the man was?”
I shake my head,
”But I never forget a face. I could easily point him out.”
”And the others?”
”I killed one of them but the one who sh-hurt Ricky got away.”
Carlos punches the wall leaving behind a large hole.
”Damnit! I'll kill him dead!”
He goes to hit the wall again but I hold his hand.
”Carlos, please. People are staring, and besides, we planed out the hit before then.”
He looks at me with a strange expression,
”You did, good, good. How long until then?”
”Five days. That's when he dies.”
”Ok, I can wait until then. How you gonna do it?”
”We'll discuss that later, i'd like to go see him now.”
”Mhm, ok. I'll walk you.”
We walk down the hall and into his room.
”I can't see him like this, Kaz. It hurts me. Makes me feel like this is all my fault. If I hadn't asked him to grab me a damn drink one of this woulda happened.”
”Don't say that. It's not your fault he was hurt. It was those damn bastards and I swear on my life i'll find each and every one of them and kill them with my bare hands.”
”Damn, Ricky's lucky to have someone like you, Kaz. I'll catch ya at home.”
”Alright then, bye Carlos.”
We hug goodbye and he leaves. I sit on a chair beside Ricky's bed and hold his hand.
”Oh Ricky, please be ok. I don't know if I can do this without you.”
He hand is cold and limp compared to mine, but I hold it tightly.
”Ah, nice to see you again miss.”
I turn my head,
”You, you were the man that helped me earlier. Thank you.”
His face blushes,
”Ah, don't mention it.”
He walks into the room and closes the door behind him,
”I've got good news.”
My eyes light up,
”The bullet wasn't easy to remove but we managed, he'll be fine within a few days.”
”That's great! When can I take him home?”
”Well, whenever he wakes up.”
”Perfect, because i'm ready to go.”
I turn around to look at the voice coming from behind me.
Ricky sits up and smiles at me.
”Ricardo!”
I hop on the bed and pull him into my chest.
”Ricky, you ass. You scared the shit outta me.”
”Mhmmmphmm.”
”What?”