Assassin's Tears (ENG)

*+｡ CHAPTER 42｡+*

"A-aah..." Serrano stammered barely alive. "Fuck..." He cursed, grabbing his head, and when he looked at his hand, he saw blood.

The bullet that hit him had only grazed his head, so there was now a large cut wound there, but it wasn't fatal. The trader miraculously survived. Had it not been for the fact that Sadik Reis received poison, the brunet probably wouldn't have survived the shot. But at the moment when the shot was fired, Arda's hand trembled greatly, and the bullet itself didn't hit where the soldier wanted.

The man staggered to his feet.

"Fuck..." He cursed as he lost his balance again and fell to the ground. "Come on, damn it." He cursed as he tried to get up again.

Blood from the wound also flooded part of his face, reaching his eyes and just beyond them. It looked like he was crying blood. The trader had to rub his eyelids to be able to see anything, but his vision hadn't sharpened yet.

"Narin..."

She was the first person he thought of when he woke up. He was aware that his beloved might've thought he was dead. Therefore, the man wanted to find her as soon as possible, but first he had to deal with his own problem. Namely, he'll have to stand up on his feet.

"Okay, Mauricio, slowly..." He sighed and grabbed the wall to stand up. "Slowly." He repeated, moving his hands to the second place and slowly rising to his feet. "Slow... ah, fuck." He cursed as he fell again.

The brunet sighed heavily and shook his head in disbelief.

"Slowly, pachuco." He said to himself and tried to get up again.

He finally succeeded, but the man still struggled to find a way out of the place he fell into. His vision was still a bit blurry, and the first sunlight that hit him blinded him even more.

"Oh, I fuck, damn it..." He shook his head. "Well, a headshot can change gravity a bit." He sighed. "Okay, all right..." He kept repeating. "My name is Mauricio Serrano..." He explained to himself. "I'm a famous trader." He said proudly. "And I'm madly in love with my chinita... Narin... Narin Vazquez." He nodded. "I'm living la vida loca."

Brunet breathed slowly, and then he heard a sound, as if someone was approaching him.

His eyesight was still failing him, so the trader relied on a hunch and caught the person who was approaching him.

"Señor, está todo bien? (Is everything okay?)" He heard a youthful voice. Judging by the voice, it belonged to a boy. "Señor?"

Mauricio thought for a moment, then put his hand on the child's shoulder.

"You see, because I can't see very well at the moment so... I need eyes." He said, leading him blindly ahead. "I'll give you this, and in return..." He stopped as he hit his head solidly on the lower part of the balcony above them. "Fuck..." He cursed, grabbing the sore spot. "I just got a bullet in the head, and now this..."

"Señor? ¿Le puedo ayudar en algo? (How can I help?)" He asked worriedly and helped Mauricio to his feet.

"First... Oh, wait! I can see! " He was happy and straightened up too quickly, because he hit the same place again. "Damn, not yet... All right, laddie... Um, chico. Are we still around that old laundromat?" He asked, but received no answer. "You know I can't see right now, so even if you fucking nod to me, I won't see it."

"Si, señor." He said after a while.

"Okay..." The trader sighed. "Will you take me inside that building?"

"Si."

After a short while, the boy led the brunet to the right place, describing everything he saw along the way. When he mentioned the broken window and the bloodstains on the concrete, Mauricio began to worry more than before.