Chapter Forty-One-Maria
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE-MARIA
M y mouth feels like shit.
It’s dry and scratchy, and I need water or something to drink. But I can’t talk just yet.
I’m stuck somewhere between sleep and wake.
Flashes flit through my troubled mind.
Moments of consciousness followed by moments of cold, empty, dark.
“Easy mija , Mami is here,” my mother’s voice dances inside my ears.
“Everything looks good on her chart. We just have to wait. It’s up to Mia—” I think that must be the doctor, but I don’t remember.
It doesn’t matter because he is being interrupted.
“Her name is Maria,” a familiar voice says, correcting the stranger, and I feel like I could cry and laugh at the same time.
Luc.
He’s not hurt or worse. Matteo didn’t get him.
Thank God.
I love you, Luc.
Fade to black.
I don’t want to be in the dark anymore.
I don’t want to be alone.
Luc.
I want him to come back.
I hate the hospital. It smells bad, and everyone is always poking and prodding me. I just want to leave.
Take me home, Luc. Just take me home.