Back in my car I bang my head against the back of the driver seat. I'm frustrated, angry, scared and sad all at the same time. I don't know why but I have always been more emotional around Pablo. Not very emotional but still more than around other people.
He has this thing that makes me just more comfortable around him. I took my phone once again to see if anyone had any news.
I had a missed call from Lewy. My heart jumped, maybe Pablo called him! I called him As quickly as I could.
' Ola, did he answer?!' I basically yell, completely stressed out.
'Ola son, no he didn't but I wanted to hear how you're holding up. I know you really care about Pablito. I know you love him'.
My heart stopped when he said the word love.
' Robert...' I whispered.
' I'm losing my mind' I said and I start sobbing again.
' Son, where are you? Do you want me to come and help search?' He asked calmly.
'Yes please,' I sobbed like a little child.
' Send your location and I will be there asap' He hung up.
I did as he said, I send my location. A good 10 minutes later he pulled up.
He got out his car, and I did the same. He walked towards me, I stood still, tears running quitly down my cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumbs. He pulled me against his chest. I let my 2nd father embrace me, and when I layed my head against his chest, I break. I cry, I sob, I curse, I scream. He just let me throw everything out, while patting my back.
'Come on son, we're going to find your brother' Lewy said in his significant calm voice. I nodded, he guided me to his car.
When i calmed down a little more, we decided to drive to the city and see if he is there anywhere. On my way there, I called to a few docters and hospitals in the area to ask if there was a young boy brought in. Calling the pollice was our last option, because if we did this will surely end up with the press and that's the last thing I want.
We arrived at the edge of the city and decided to walk from here. We walked trough the normally so crouded streets of Barcelona. Know so quite, so peaceful. But don't be fooled these streets are dangerous at night, those little alleys, the homeless people who'll do anything for a little money, the drunken men.
This makes me even more worried. And it's getting really cold. Barcelona is sunny and warm, yes, bt at night it gets really chilly. I hope we find him soon. He still didn't contact anyone. We hear voices, and some other sounds I can't place. I looked at Lewy, he nodded as a sign we were going to check what these signs were.
They came from a little, dark alley. There were a few guys, kicking something. My eyes got used to the dark and I saw they were kicking and pushing another boy. It was hard to see because of the blood but it surely was a boy.
Then i reconiged the clothes. It was my boy, they were punshing and kicking my boy. Anger flushed trough my veins, accompagned by adrenaline. Wich is a dangerous combination. I ran to the group of guys. I yelled to stop but they continued. I threw them off of Pablo and punched one so hard he hit the floor.
The rest looked pretty terrified so they took a flee. Once they were gone, I turned around. I saw Lewy sitting with an unconscious Pablo on his lap, who was almost unrecognizable because of the wounds, bruises and all the blood. I started crying again at the sight.
Even Robert was crying.
' I called an ambulance,' he said. I nodded quietly. I sat down next to them. I took his pulse, it was weak. He's breath was not regularly. I knew this was bad. They could have killed him! Those assholes. If Pablo dies, I'll kill them.
The ambulance arrived very quick. They asked what happened, and we told them that we found him like this. They putted Pablo on a brancard and got him into the ambulance, one of the men started to do first aid. He got an oxygen masker on, just to help him breathe a little better. He also was put on a monitor. They gave hime some extra blood to compensate all the blood he lost. While the other was asking Lewy some personal questions about Pablo, I stared blankly at my best friend, my brother, my boy, laying lifeless.
Tears still running, guilt still in my stomach and anger still in my veins. Me and Lewy decided that I would go with Pablo and the ambulance, and he would get back to his car and then come to the hospital. And so we did.
We got to the hospital and they took Pablo for some tests, wich gave me the opportunity to let the rest know we found him, and to inform them about his condition. Ansu and Ale where so shocked, they started crying too. I told them to keep them up to date. They wanted to come to the hospital but there was nothing they could do here.
I called Aurora, she was so worried, the poor thing. Everyone is so worried and it's all my fault. She left her house immediately. Their parents were on a city trip in Madrid, and me and Aurora decided to don't let them know for now.
A few minutes later, Lewy and Xavi walked in. Both had a troubled expression on their faces. I suppose Lewy called Xavi on his way here and picked him up. Xavi came to me, I stood up holding my hand out to shake his. He ignored my gesture, and pulled me into a hug. I broke once again.
'It's all my fault!' I cried.
'Shhh everything will be okay son, you did nothing wrong I'm sure about that'.
We sat back down. Xavi took a look at my hand, wich was bruised and bleeding a little from punching the boy.
' Pedri...do you need any treatment for that?' He asked worried.
'Not really my concern at this moment' I said quietly.
'As your coach I'm going to force you to get some treatment for your hand,' he stood up and walked to talk to some nurses.
The nurse looked at my hand and nodded. They took me to a small room where they desinfected my wounds. They put a bandage on my hand. I thanked them and walked back to the waiting room.
I sat back for a few minutes when the doctor came out.
' No internal bleedings, no broken bones, wich is a miracle, just some cuts and a lot of bruises. He's unconscious, but we believe he will wake up soon. You can go see him if you guys want to'.
The doctor didn't even finish he's sentence, I sprinted past him into his room. He just layed there quitly, the only thing heard was the beeping of the monitor. I sat beside his bed, taking his hand in mine, looking at his bruised face. I never noticed how innocent Pablo's features where. I got lost in his face, his soft, now busted lips. His normally lifefully brown eyes, now closed and bruised. Even with these bruises and cuts he looked pretty cute.
I never tought about it but Pablo is indeed very handsome. I get thrown back to reality when I feel a hand on my shoulder. It's Aurora, her face is pale and shocked, her eyes are filled with tears. I stand up and pull her into a hug, she hugs me back. I let her cry quietly, while i hold her. We both sat down, I still had my arms around her.
She started speaking:
' you meen a lot to him, your his best friend, your his brother. He loves you more than he loves me, I'm sure'. She quietly said. My heart jumped, Pablo loves me? We stayed quietly, me holding Pablo's right hand, Aurora on the other side holding his left hand.
Xavi and Lewy came in, they said the docter said whe should go home because it can take a while. They offered to drop me and Aurora off but I instisted in staying here. They knew there was no way of chaning my mind so they wished me good night and left.
