MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

MY LIFE HAS BEEN SAVED

Tarek sat his eyes on those beautiful hands that were putting in the stitches on his right shoulder. Luckily the cut didn't touch nerves or tendons. He had lost a lot of blood but fortunately nothing serious.

- You look better. When you arrived you looked pale as a wall -the nurse told him.

Tarek kept on watching how she stitched his wound not moving a muscle. He felt so tired. But suddenly he remembered Enzo and sat up on the stretcher.

- My husband... -he said looking at her, in anguish.

The nurse scolded him when he moved, watching him frowning.

- Don't you worry. Everything is ok.

- Are you sure?

He thought of all the blood on the floor, in his neck, in his hair, in his clothes.

- Mr. Efseryan just had a little bruise in the neck.

Duncan stormed into the little room. He came over him with a sweet smile on his lips. It figured out the exhaustion in his face. It was a weird early morning.

- Is Enzo ok? -Tarek asked restless.

- Of course he is. They are checking on him now.

- Just because a little bruise in his neck? Tell me everything. Don't hide me information, Duncan.

- He doesn't have any wound but seemingly he suffered a blow in the head with a hammer. They're making a magnetic resonance to dismiss some blood clot or something like this.

- Is he ok? Is he conscious?

- Yes, he only has a little concussion. Nothing else. Easy.

Enzo woke up in Joanna's house, his agent. He felt a light headache and a huge muscle fatigue. He remembered it as though it happened in another lifetime. Something very far. He remembered having dispatched his report to the police station and landed on his bed as though he was in trance. He had still his dry blood in his face and hair. He didn't even notice. He wasn't aware of having watched again the person who had saved his life, exposing his own life. He remembered his blue sequined jacket turning to red. Nothing else.

He looked at his watch. It was noon. He came downstairs to take some painkiller to his headache and the house was so still, he noticed he was the first one to get up. He searched silently in each one of the rooms till he found Tarek. He slept peacefully on his side with his patched up shoulder free. Enzo sat quietly on the floor at the foot of the bed watching his beautiful asleep face. Once in a while he frowned and mumbled uncomprehensible words. He refrained his desire to kissing him all over and wake him up to hear him saying how much he loved him. Enzo kissed his own index finger and led it to his big mouth, very delicately to seal on him that special kiss.

- Have some rest, my dear -he whispered.

Pauline travelled there as soon as she could from London and the closest friends who attended the party visited him very worried. At the end Chris was the only one who left to visit him. He had tried to get in touch with Enzo through the phone but he had switched off the device and didn't think to switch it on in days. He told Duncan to call him to come home and talk. They had no chance in the party and Enzo couldn't wait for more. As long as he wouldn't close that painful chapter with Chris he wouldn't be able to look at Tarek face to face just normal.

- Is he still sleeping? -Enzo asked Duncan.

- Yes. He's been more than 12 hours sleeping. Will he be alright?

- Of course. He's just exhausted. Don't wake him up.

Chris had attended to the party with some hope that it didn't have to do with the reality. Enzo's reaction in Los Angeles when he ran away in fear, was a sure evidence that he still held romantic feelings to him. Maybe his love wasn't unrequited after all.