For anyone who might stumble over this story and reads it:

1. Text between ~~ signifies that it should be in Spanish. Because I don't know Spanish and I don't trust Google Translate I decided that it would be better to keep to English, which also is not my first language.

2. This is probably a dead fandom, but I still hope that my story will bring a little joy to a few people.

3. I really hope it won't be too much like the other Sands/OC kind of story. I'll try to make it original.

She was passed out on the couch. She couldn't make it to her bedroom last night, well more like early morning. She was still wearing the short dress and her high heels, her make up was all over her face, the lipstick smudged lower than her actual bottom lip, mascara clinging to her cheeks and not so much to her eyelashes.

She was having a dreamless sleep, actually more like a coma than a sleep, if someone would have looked at her in that moment they would feel the urge to check for vitals to see if she was still alive.

Loud banging in her door and a faint calling of her name were creeping in her comatose mind. The banging was getting louder and louder and her name was becoming clearer.

~Miss Lina, Miss Lina, open please! I need help!~

She opened her eyes slowly, but closed them again right away. The light was too much, she took the ornamental pillow and she put it on her face, but the banging didn't stop it just got more desperate.

"Fine, I'm up. I'm coming. Damn it!" Lina got off the couch and swayed on her feet, she found her sunglasses on the coffee table and she shoved them on her face as high as she could.

She got to the door in what seemed ages, heading in the direction of the banging and starting to discern different bangs in the background, but she ignored them 'Probably I'm hearing the echo.'

"What in the hell is wrong with you?" she hissed when she opened the door.

In front of her there was a small boy, the small boy that was selling chewing gum on the streets, the small boy that she always liked and always helped out and that helped her out in numerous occasions.

~OH! It's you. What's wrong?~ she saw commotion far away on the streets and she realized that the small bangs she was hearing weren't a product of her hangovered brain but that of guns being fired. ~What the fuck is going on out there?~

~It's a revolution. You have to come. There is a man that needs help. He's very wounded.~

Sands was leaning on the wall, thinking at how he's plan has failed, miserably considering that he ended up with no eyes. And the bullet wounds weren't helping the situation. 'Where the hell did that kid go? He said he's getting help. I hope he understood when I said 'no hospitals'. Damn it! Where the fuck is he? He said he'll be right back.'

He was getting tired, he felt how he was slipping slowly lower on the wall. 'Fuck it! It's better if he doesn't come! Who knows what kind of an idiot he brings. It might even be too much work for me, if the guy he's bringing starts asking questions I'm gonna shoot the fucker and just crawl somewhere to die!'

He could hear the bicycle again and high heels running along the bicycle. 'Great, he brought a woman. She's gonna start firing questions in a heartbeat.'

~Slow down! Perfect day to have the car in the shop.~ Lina screamed after the boy that started speeding up when he saw Sands.

She finally reached the man that was leaning on that wall like it was the only thing that kept him up. It probably was. She stopped in front of him and she bent over, her hands over her knees, breathing heavily.

"Right. Well you're in worse shape than I thought. I've got good news and bad news. Which do you prefer to hear first?" Lina said between breathes.

Sands realized right away that she wasn't Mexican, she had an English accent, posh English. He's mind started working, why would a English woman would be here? Culiacan wasn't necessarily the most touristic city in Mexic.

"Easy there, chica! First off all who are you and second, do you have any medical experience?"

"Lina. Yes. Now, we could stay here and chat or we could start treating those wounds. Your choice. Actually not really. If you just want to chat then I'm off and back to sleep."

He noticed the bluntness of her answers. She wasn't trying to be nice to him, she didn't seem concerned and there was no compassion in her voice. That made him curious, very curious. What kind of a person could be so cold when faced with a wounded man.

"Sleep? It's like four in the afternoon." He said trying to get a little more from her. Considering she was wearing high heels and that she sounded like someone who really did just woke up, it could only mean she was out partying and now she was hangover, but he wanted to get that from her. He wanted to see how easy it was to get information from her. After all he's life depended now more than ever to being able to get people talking, because now he couldn't count on reading body language and paying attention to visual details.

"No it's not." She checked her watch, it was 16:45. "Oh, shit!"

She didn't bite it. She didn't feel the need to explain.

"Exactly! Al right then, chica, start with the bad news and then get to the good ones." Sands decided that he'll have to trust the kid and let her help him, because he started feeling the pain growing stronger and he knew that he won't be able to stay there much longer.

"Why did you ask my name, if you're not going to use it? Nevermind. Bad news I don't have a car at the moment, cause it's in the shop, good news I can get one. Bad news, whatever drug you're on, that kept you up for as long as you have, with the wounds you sustained, it's going to start to wear off pretty soon, good news I can get painkillers fast. Bad news, I have zero experience in damaged eyes, good news I'm confident that I can get some information about how to treat those kind of wounds." Lina talked fast, no emotions, just pure information, it was like she was reading a report.

"And what exactly makes you think that my eyes are damaged, doll?" he asked, with he's smooth voice that hid a warning, warning that Lina didn't miss.

She scoffed "The amount of blood that's on your face and the direction from which it poured, points to your eyes. Also when I started talking to you, you adjusted your head a little, so you could hear me and identify the exact direction that I'm in, in case you decided that I'm a threat and you had to shoot me. If you could see, you wouldn't have done that. I got the message sir, one wrong move and I'm dead."

"Smart girl!"

~Miss Lina, you promised me.~ The boy pleaded seeing that neither one of the adults were doing anything to get the man fixed.

~Yes. And I never brake my promises.~ Lina ruffled the kids hair and then she turned back to the dark man. "I've got just one question?"

'Here it comes! Later than I thought, but still coming.' "What's the question?"

"Am I going to help you or not?"

"Shouldn't you ask yourself that? Also you apparently promised that you will and you just said that you don't break your promises."

"I don't break them, but you don't seem very willing to let me help you. All I'm waiting is a clear statement from you. After all, you don't think I'm going to try and carry you without your consentment considering the number of guns you're carrying."

Sands smirked, her tone was matter of fact, no fear, just reason. He liked that, but it also made him apprehensive, because people like her could be dangerous.

"How far it's your place?" he asked.

"Too far for you to get there on foot."

He didn't like that she was being vague, but the pain was starting to be unbearable.

"You said you can get a car. How fast can you do that?"

"Ok, the plan is this. I go, get a car and medical supplies, come here get you and then we can go back to my place, where I can take care of those wounds and you can rest. I think that if I leave right now I'll be back in fifteen minutes."

Sands pondered for a few seconds before nodding his head. He heard her getting away from him, he hoped that she was going to get the car and that she wasn't in fact running away, sort of speak. He turned his head towards the boy.

"Who is she?"

~She comes here once a year, always at the end of October and stays all the month of November. She helped me and my family a lot. She's a very good lady. She bought me this bicycle when my old one was stolen.~

"That's great kid, but who is she? What does she do?"

~I don't know. She just comes here and goes to the cemetery and then she just … I don't know. She strolls around town, at the library. She reads to me a lot. She said that maybe she will teach me how to talk English. But she said maybe, she didn't promise.~

"To the cemetery? Does she have family there?"

~No. She said that a friend and her goddaughter are buried there. Sir, she's going to make you better. She helped others before.~

"Other's? Who?"

They heard a car approaching. "Who is it?" Sands asked turning his head towards the car.

~Miss Lina. She seems angry.~

The car stopped and Lina opened her door with a loud bang. "Let's go, sir." She said getting close to him. She took he's uninjured arm and she put it around her shoulders, while she took her right arm and placed it securely around his waist hoisting him up.

"Not afraid that I'm going to shoot you anymore?" Sands asked rhetorically.

"I don't have time for that shit right now. You can shoot me later. Damn you're heavier than I imagined." Lina said almost bucking under his weight. They made a few steps towards the car but Lina stopped. "Wait a second, I can't do this, like this." Sands was getting ready to chew her off for tallying, when he felt her drop lower under his arm, that was holding on her shoulders. He realized that she took her shoes off.

~Get the shoes and throw them on the back seat.~ She said to the boy who was quick in doing so.

Lina managed to get Sands in the car without hurting him more, she ran on the other side and she got in. She turned back at the kid telling him to go home and to keep quiet about everything, then she started the car.

"Where did you get the car?" Sands asked, more out of curiosity and hoping that if he occupied his mind with questioning her, he will be able to ignore the pain better.

"From the street."

"You stole it?"

"Really? I'm getting an ethics lecture from a guy who clearly has killed some people throughout his life or at least today?" Lina asked pissed off.

"No. No lecture. It's just not a very common thing. Of all the people that kid could bring to help, he brought a woman that's a car thief." He was hoping that she will open up and say what was her line of work, he was counting on the fact she was angry and he thought that she might not be as careful with her words in the given situation.

"I'm not a car thief, I also stole the medical supply, yet I'm not a thief in general. We're almost there."

"Well, sugarbutt, I'm sorry to be the one to breaks this to you, but if you stole a car and medical supplies, that definitely makes you a thief."

"No, it makes me resourceful. I needed a car, I got one, I needed medical supplies, I got them. That's that. We're here."

"Here where?"

"Blvd. Francisco I. Madero 137B. That's what you wanted right? An address?" Sands turned his head towards her and smiled, Lina didn't like that smile, she didn't like it at all. It wasn't a genuine smile, it seemed more like a challenge, like he was saying – I'm going to break you down –. She ignored it, she got out of the car and helped him inside, she wasn't looking forward to taking care of his wounds, because she knew all too well how those hurt.