Blue is a 21 year old car thief. His life was going as normal. He'd drink a small slushy from the gas station and wait. Wait to see the perfect car roll into the parking lot. The fateful day in November was like no other. Well, that was until Blue e...
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My mind was completely blank as my car sped through the streets of manhattan. I didn't know what I was gonna see, Santiago's dead body? Someone else's? Armando said he'd meet me there but I would beat him by a hair. Qiang begged me to be careful and I promised her I would, but I couldn't exactly promise her that.
When I finally arrived at the office a guard laid out on the ground in front of the door, he was unconscious but I couldn't tell if he was dead or not. I leaned down to place my hand on his neck, he still had a pulse so I decided to just leave him. I felt a little bad but he was alive, Santiago might not be.
I rushed into the building gun in hand to find nothing on the first floor. I entered the elevator and ascended to the next floor. I checked every single one as my skin crawled with anxiety, every hair on my arms standing at attention. The small drop of hope I had was beginning to drain away as I made it to the top floor. There was a sharp blow of air as I entered like a window had been opened. It seemed thats exactly what had happened, I could hear the rain making its way onto the floor. As I turned a corner into the room I finally saw something. A dark pool of blood diluting as rain water mixed in. In the middle was Santiago laying lifeless. I ran to his side, his neck had been cut but I couldn't tell how deep.
Frantically I moved my fingers to his wrist to check for any sign of a pulse. His chest didn't seem to be moving and the cold of the rain was only making it worst. As if god had heard my prayers I felt the faintest of a pulse under his freezing skin. I picked up his body, ignoring the weight on my arms.
I laid his body down on the floor of the elevator and called Armando to meet us. If he made it out of this I would truly believe he had some angel looking out for him. By the time we made it to the ground floor Armando was waiting with his car a horrified look on his face as he glanced over his son. I had told him there was a pulse but by the look of Santiago's pale and blood covered face it didn't seem like there was any life left. We lifted him into the back of the car and headed to the hospital with desperate prayers on the tip of our tongue.
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My heart felt like it was shattered into millions of pieces, pieces that I wouldn't be able to find and piece back together. I had only felt like this once before, when my mother died. Mariana stared blankly at the road as we drove to the hospital in silence. Milo was at home with Armando, we assumed the state Santiago was in would be too disturbing for him. But even I didn't know exactly what he looked like, what state he was in. Nobody would tell me, prepare me for what I was going to see. Prepare me to know if he was going to live or die. But from the call made my Luciano it didn't sound good, the amount of despair in his voice was frightening beyond belief.
My chest tightened as we pulled into the hospital parking lot, an ambulance sounding as it passes us. I never liked hospitals, I had gone almost everyday to visit my mother. I hated the cold temperature to the air, the smell of antiseptic, and the feeling of dread. Mariana grabbed my hand as we made our way to the door.
"Everything will be alright, mi amor." Mariana softly kissed the side of my head, allowing for just a bit of calm to come over me. Not much but it was something.
A cold breeze enveloped my body as we stepped into the doors sending a shiver down my spine. We made our way to the front desk and Mariana asked for the room number. The woman seemed to recognize her or I and nodded quickly. My mind was in a dissociated state as we made our way through the halls, passing tired and distraught looking families on the way.
When we finally stood in front of the door I took a deep breath but it felt like my chest couldn't take in much air. The first thing my eyes landed on was Luciano sitting directly in front of the door, the shine in his eyes vacant. He seemed on guard for a minute before he registered who we were. He stood to his feet and moved to the side allowing me to see Santiago.
He looked dead like they were keeping him alive. There was a tube taped to the opening of his mouth and a multitude of wires connected to him. I fought the feeling of nausea that came over me. There was a large bandage wrapped around his throat. We all stared in silence before Luciano spoke up.
"H- He has a surgery tomorrow, if it goes successfully he should survive. But he may not be able to talk, his vocal cord was lacerated and it will take him awhile to recover. But other then that.." Luciano's voice broke off as he turned away from us. He took a deep breathe as a choking sound emitted from him. This was the first time I had seen him cry. I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around him until he turned around and did the same.
When Mariana joined in I finally felt as my emotions manifested in the form of warm tears. My emotions were complex, Santiago would probably live but there was a possibility he'd never be the same.
Just as Milo gained his speech, Santiago lost his.
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author's note: he's alive! i love him too much to let something else happen. sorry for the short chapter but more is to come. :) we're getting so close to the end. love y'all.
