Chapter 9
When Carlos finally woke up, he was in his bed with a cool towel on his head. His eyes were a bit blurry, but he could tell someone was next to him. He lurched up, afraid it was the figure from the mirror.
“Whoa, there, take it easy. You passed out by the stairs, probably from the stress of what happened.”
Though he still couldn’t see clearly, he knew the voice well. It was Eugenio’s. Suddenly the anxiety started melting away.
“How long have I been out?”
“About an hour. Beto has a doctor coming over in a few to check you out.”
Carlos chuckled. “Really, he didn’t just want you to leave me where I was? I’m shocked.”
“I get that you two have problems, but he is still your blood. He does care about you.” Eugenio responded matter-of-factly. He took the towel off Carlos’s head a
