S7VEN (La Familia Kingpin Series #1)

56. At Sixes and Sevens

SEVEN

BLOOD. Lots of blood. The sticky crimson-stained my hands and I shake uncontrollably when I feel the warm liquid coating my palm. Frantically, I searched for the source and I wished I hadn't. Talo ko pa ang pinagsakluban ng langit nang makitang mula iyon sa hita ni Santy. My soul left my body, nanlaki ang ulo ko.

"N-no."

I'm on the verge of bursting. It's as if I'm dying in a thousand cuts. This can't be happening. Not to our child. Not on my watch. Kamumuhian ako ni Santy. What's worst, I already loathe myself to the core at this very moment 'cause of everything they've endured.

How will I be able to fix this? Us? I vehemently shake my head, pulling my shit together.

"Doctor! I need your fucking doctors!" I thundered then did the only thing that calmed me, I pulled her unconscious body against mine and filled my lungs with her scent. I rest her bloodied face on my neck as if that simple act would lessen the guilt that's chomping me alive.

"Y-you will be o-okay, baby. You'll both be," I whispered, my voice cracking. The back of my eyes was burning. The confidence that I prided myself on as I continuously uttered those words was nowhere to be found. I'm spiraling into the unknown. Broken. My whole world is in shambles as I hold Santy's frail body in my arms.

My back went ramrod when Santy made a faint sound that's akin to crying. Bahagya ko siyang inihiwalay sa katawan ko para sipatin. Kumibot ang labi nito, her breathing became more shallow.

"Santy? Sssh...nandito na ako," kinintalan ko ng halik ang noo ng asawa.

Hindi ko malaman kung saan ibabaling ang mga mata. Sa asawa ba o sa nagkakagulo kong paligid. My surrounding is a blur, they're all white noises. Insignificant. All that matters to me is the small woman in my arms and our child.

My family.

"Señor Torrevilla, we'll take it from here," a man in a scrub suit said, pushing a stretcher and settling it on right before me. He's sporting a worried look. I'm beyond pissed.

"Hell no! Who are you? I need a fucking doctor. BOB!"

"Señor...nandito na ho si Dr. Mendoza. Please. You can put Señora Santy down para matingnan siya," pakiusap ng kanang-kamay kong biglang sumulpot sa tabi ng nahihintakutang nurse, sabay muwestra sa stretcher.

"Sir, I'm here," it was Dr. Mendoza in his white uniform.

"Please...let us attend to your wife."

Still in a trance, pinaglipat-lipat ko ang mata sa doktor at kay Santy.

"Señor."

Saglit kong iginala ang mga mata sa paligid. Nahimasmasan ako nang kaunti nang mapansing nakapalibot na sa amin ang staff ng hospital. They're all staring at me with utter fear on their faces like I'm some kind of a vile creature who's ready to tore this whole building.

Well, I am actually.

"Seven," tawag ni Otto.

Bahagya ko lang tinapunan ng tingin ang kapatid. What the fuck is wrong with these people? Parang kabuteng biglang sumusulpot.

Otto's face was grim as he stared at my Santy.

"We're running out of time. She's bleeding. Put her down, Seven," his eyes narrowed dangerously.

His words take me out of my stupor. I felt like I was gutted. With a low growl, I hastily put Santy down. The staff didn't waste any time, they pushed the stretcher through the long corridor. Hindi ako humiwalay sa asawa. I grabbed her right hand and squeezed it 'cause I need to feel connected to her in any way I can. I need it for my sanity and to feel grounded.