She didn't know where they would go from here. Could she really ask Javier to go to America with her after what had just happened to him? She may even have to stay in Cuba to take care of him... she knew Carlos wouldn't.

With out her there he would have no one. She knew what she had to do, and if Javier asked her to stay with him again, she would.

Katey looked at Javier's resting body. He didn't seem to be in any pain, but, oh, how he must be. Katey could not even comprehend something like getting stabbed... to have another human being attack their brother, their countryman.

A few hours later the hospital room door creaked open and Katey awoke from what little sleep she had just had. It was the doctor who had helped her earlier in the morning.

"You found him then?" he said. "This is good."

"Will he be okay?"

"It is too soon to tell really. I am optimistic."

"Thank you for all of your help."

"De nada." He smiled. "I think you had better leave the room for a few minutes. Clear your head."

"No, thank you. I don't want to leave."
"I understand that, but we need to give these patients their medicine. We need to dress their wounds, including your friend's. I do not think you want to see that."

"But I-"

"He was cut several times, senorita."

"I understand. Still, I think I would rather stay."

"You are more than friends then?"

"Si."

"As you wish."

The doctor left and returned with two Cuban nurses. They made the rounds, going around from bed to bed, patient to patient, each in suffering. The doctor himself attended to Javier. He lifted the bandages, and exposed Javier's wounds to the open air.

"What is your name?" the doctor asked while dressing Javier's lesions.

Katey knew he was trying to keep her from looking at the cuts. But she could not.

"Katey." She answered him, watching everything he was doing to Javier.

"I am Dr. Mendez."

"Nice to meet you." She said passively.

"Yes. I am sorry we had to meet under these circumstances." The doctor seemed completely focused on his work... He began to clean the stitches.

Katey turned away and stared at the floor. Dr. Mendez saw this from the corner of his eye and he had to resist the urge to tell her, I told you so. He refrained and finished his job.

"I am finished." He said to Katey.

"Oh, I thought maybe I had dropped something on the floor."
"Really, what is it; maybe I can help you find it."

"That's okay. It is not important."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, thank you." She returned her gaze to Javier. "When will he wake up Dr. Mendez?"

"He is very heavily medicated at the moment, but it should not be too much longer. These next hours will be critical. If you think it would help him by you being here, I encourage you to stay with him. However, if you believe it will make him angry, or stressed, I think maybe it would be better if you came back at some later time."

"Thank you, Dr. Mendez."

"Raul. Please call me Raul, Katey." He smiled sweetly at her.

"Thank you." She said again.

Raul left, Katey drew inside herself and wondered if her being there really would help Javier. She thought it would, but she also thought that her presence may arouse some type of hostile emotion as well. She only wanted Javier to get well. That is what he needed most.

She was torn.