*Carlos' POV*
I was standing outside Kaylee's room in the hospital, and I was looking at her through the giant window on the wall. She was passed out on drugs, but she had woken up a few times in the last couple of days. She had been delirious (sp?), though..
Kaylee was hooked up to a ton of machines and stuff, and she was really pale. Gustavo, Eva, and I kept asking the doctors if she would be OK, but they said the same thing every time...that they weren't sure yet and they would have to wait and see.
"She lost a lot of blood" one of the doctors had said and I got a sick feeling in my stomach. "Kaylee hates blood, Kaylee hates blood, Kaylee hates blood" kept ringing in my ears, and it made me want to cry.
Finally, one of the doctors came out and said that she was awake, and we could see her now. Gustavo and Eva went first, being her parents and all, but then I went in as soon as they came out. She looked pretty much the same...still really pale, and she seemed to sink into her pillow.
Her whole face lit up when she saw me, and that made me feel a little better. Just a little.
"Hi," Kaylee said, and I smiled. I pulled up a chair besides her...cot..thingy...and tried to think of something to say.
"How are you doing?" I finally asked, and she shrugged.
"Okay, I guess. The drugs are helping a lot with the pain."
"Oh, that's good." She smiled and nodded, but I could tell it was all an act to make me feel better. But it didn't work..actually it made me feel worse. I should be trying to make HER feel better.
"It was...it.." I tried to find the right words, but she just nodded.
"Yeah...Steve..."
"It was because of what I did that one time, wasn't it? He hurt you because of me..." I said, and I could feel the tears starting to escape.
"No...Carlos...don't think that.." she whispered, but I just ignored her and tried to wipe away my tears with my sleeve.
*Kaylee's POV*
I watched in horror as Carlos started to cry. He wasn't supposed to be the one crying! He shouldn't have to cry..I'm the one with the suckish life...
"Carlos, please don't cry!" I begged, but he didn't seem to hear me.
"This is all my fault!" he moaned. "I'm so sorry, Kaylee.."
"Why are you sorry? You didn't beat me up, Steve did!"
"Yeah, but...he did it because.."
"So?" i cried. "I knew this woul happen sooner or later...Steve's a bastard, and he...he..." I started to cry, too. "I dunno, maybe I deserve this...maybe if I were...better...or smarter..this wouldn't...Steve wouldn't..." Carlos leaned over and wrapped his arms aroun me. He pressed my face into his chest before I could finish, but I was glad. I didn't want to finish my sentence. But it had been bothering me for so long... that maybe I deserved this, that maybe this was God's way of punishing me for not being prettier or nicer..
Carlos stroked my hair, and for a while neither of us said anything. Then, he said: "Don't ever think that. You didn't do anything to deserve what Steve does to you. But I promise I won't let anybody ever hurt you again.."
"Okay.." I whimpered into his chest.
