Salvador

Chapter 1

Salvador

I can feel the blood gushing out of my side as i slam the car door. Desperate to see Magaretta so that she could fix me up quickly and I can get back to work, I limp across the driveway of the isolated headquarters.

I walk as fast as I can through the building, trying to hide the astonishing pain circulating throughout my body.

When I finally get to the stairs leading down to the basement, I look back to see a trail of my blood on the white, tile floors. "Fuck." I murmur.

Every step down is like being stabbed in that same fucking spot over and over and by the time I get to the bottom step, I'm panting relentlessly.

I walk down the concrete floor of the basement hallway, my blood follows me.

I swing open the door. But Magaretta isn't there. There's a different woman. She's turned from me and is washing something in the sink at the other side of the room.

"Who the fuck are you?" I shout aggressively, pulling myself further into the room.

She turns around, her short hair floats ecstatically. Her face...it's nice.

The sun is shining directly on her through the small window at the top of a wall. Dust particles swirl around her figure.

Snap out of it Salvador.

"Where the fuck is Margaretta?!" I roar at her. But she doesn't seem bothered whatsoever. She walks towards me at a moderately slow pace, she even takes the time to throw the paper towel she used to dry her hands, into the bin. The audacity is unbelievable.

She comes up closer to me, offering her arm in a way that lets me hold on to her. She avoids eye contact, always looking down. And it's pissing me off, because I want her to see all the dirty looks I'm giving her.

She guides me to the hospital bed that sits in one corner of the fresh scented room. It's never smelled so good. When Margaretta is in here, it's smells like bolognese.

I'm guessing that this mysterious woman, is to blame for this new smell of floral sweetness.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, hissing through my teeth in pain. I clench my jaw hard, and close my eyes, it's hurts so much.

The woman still hasn't made eye contact with me, and she still hasn't yet started to panic at my wound, and she still hasn't introduced herself. She calmly, but quickly and carefully, lifts my white, now ruined, t-shirt, over my head.

"Lie down please." She says still calm while carrying the tee over to the sink and leaving it there to soak in cold water. Her voice catches me off guard. Usually I can't tolerate the voice of young women. But her voice is different. It's beautifully deep, nurturing, soft and soothing. Not shrill and unbearable.

I reluctantly do as told and lie down on the white sheets, that now have various blood stains, my fault.

She kneels down beside the bed to gather supplies that have been stored underneath it by Margaretta. I lift my head off the pillow slightly, trying to see her face, trying to get her eyes to meet mine. But before I can, she stands up suddenly, causing me to jerk back into my place.