Everything was pitch black as I felt dizzy, like I was running in circles. Sweat streamed down my face as I started to regain consciousness. Everything was still black as I felt heat rage though my body. Was I on fire? I felt someone at my side, next to my left. My head was rolled back on my shoulder on to the wall. Not sure where I was and what had happened I slit my eyes open slowly. I coughed weakly using all my strength to turn my head. Cruz was sitting beside me, dried blood from her temple down her pale face. Her eyes stared in front of us, she didn't look at me, didn't realize I was conscious as my eyes rolled back. Pain struck my eyes, that stinging pain boiling in my blood. My hand raised slowly to my forehead as I brought it back down to my eye level, blood smeared across my fingers. I moaned lightly as she came back looking at me.

I stirred slightly as she looked over at me. Her arm clutching her shoulder as I was able to make out blood, smeared down her arm and hand where she was holding her wound tightly. As I caught her eyes she looked away slowly back to the ground. I realized she wasn't just shot in her arm but her thigh as well. She rested her head back on the wall; all color was lost from her lips. She didn't say anything as she stared out into space.

"Say something." I said looking over to her. She didn't respond. As my hand rubbed over my head I flinched at a large bump. Surely I was bashed in the head. My guess, they dragged us where ever we were now. It was a different room, smaller then the other. The room's air was thick as I coughed again, wheezing for more air then the room could hold. I tried to turn, ignoring the pain facing Maritza.

"They got me two times; you got hit over the head and lost the gun." She said out of no where.

"Can you move your leg at all?" I asked her taking off my small jacket, there had to be a way to stop the blood flow. Judging by the pool of blood surrounding her, she lost too much too fast.

"I don't want to find out." She replied biting on her lip as I lifted her leg slightly to move my jacket under it, tying it tightly over the wound. "Shit." Was all the escaped her lips at the shots pain, her color loss was starting to worry me, she looked pale as a ghost. Taking her hand off the shoulder wound, it wasn't as bad as her leg; the blood flow was stopping now. Putting her hand back on it I tried to stand.

"How the hell are we going to get of here...?" I scowled under my breath as I looked around the barely lit room. Only a small light bulb hung from the center of the room. It flicked making a horrible dying sound. Knowing she didn't know the answer I checked the door. It was obviously locked from the outside as I pounded on the wall with my fists. "Yo jag-offs!!" I yelled. No reply. Oh this was great, just great. I continued to hit the door, after a few minutes I slumped down across from Maritza Cruz, leaning my back on the door. I was weak and tired. The room was spinning as it is. She stared at me, silently. God, please let us get out of here, alive. What did she do to deserve this? I asked myself closing my eyes trying to make it all go away. I was terrified. The pain was taking over my head as I felt myself falling, falling deeper and deeper into the darkness. No, Bosco, don't give up. I thought as I struggled to keep my eyes open. Then out of nowhere I thought about Faith. I have to make it, I have to see her one last time. To say goodbye. I had treated her like shit the past few weeks and I knew it. Selfishness hit over me as I thought I was going to die. Bosco, man, your not the one shot here, do this for Cruz, if you leave her, she'll be dead. You can't do this, not now, don't.  I heard Cruz mutter something unclear, most likely in Spanish, and that was the last thing I remembered as I slipped away.

TBC…Sorry its short, keep the reviews coming and Ill keep updating.