Introduction – It continues
There were flashes of bright, white fluorescent lights going past him. He had a difficult time trying to discern what was going on. His head hurt. His chest burned and throbbed; it was as if his heart were going to explode.
"Michael," he heard someone call to him. "Michael, can you hear me?" There was an accent and Michael shook his head around trying to come to.
"Michael, I am Doctor Rodriquez," came the heavily accented voice again. "Do you know where you are? Do you know what happened to you?"
"I…" Michael struggled to think. "Uh… I…"
"It's okay, Michael. Get some sleep and I will check on your later."
Slowly, those bright lights disappeared.
"I'm sorry."
"Michael! No!" Stephanie screamed.
Suddenly his back and chest burned. There was an echo of a loud sound he had not initially heard as he fell to the ground, and closed his eyes. No regrets.
Michael opened his eyes slowly. He threw his arm over his face to block out the brightness of the light. He breathed in deeply and began to look around the room. His head and chest still ached. He didn't want to move, but tried to sit up anyway. He collapsed back down onto the bed.
"Sr. Lamont," came a woman's voice with a similar accent to the voice he heard earlier. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"Where am I?" he asked, focusing in on a tall, dark-haired woman in scrubs.
"You are in El Hospital Británico, Sr. You are in Buenos Aires. Do you know how you got here?"
Michael thought for a moment. Suddenly his last memory flooded into his head.
"Oh my God! Stephanie! No, I left her!"
"She is okay! She is here!" the nurse excited exclaimed.
Michael looked past the nurse and saw Stephanie standing in the threshold.
"Hello, Michael."