DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything from Once Upon A Time In Mexico, if I did I would have a lot more money! This is all from my own head and my imagination, if it resembles any real life incidents it was totally by accident. Any original characters are of my own creation as well…please respect that, thanks!
Megan couldn't help but stare at the sight before her. She tried to tear her gaze away, but she just couldn't. The image would be seared into her mind for as long as she lived: holes where her dad's eyes should have been.
Sands had heard her rush into the room, and he had heard her gasp. He even felt bad for her-that she had to find out like this. That she had to see him like this.
"Do you have my sunglasses?" He asked, now she noticed the way his voice sounded like it was drained of energy, and now she understood why.
She held out the sunglasses with a shaky hand, placing them in his outstretched hand. She had to remind herself to breathe. The sight still took her breath away.
"Are…are you okay?" She asked, barely above a whisper.
Sands bit back a sarcastic remark…she sounded really upset. "Help me sit up against the bed." He said, it took a cut at him to ask for help-but he did it.
"It's not as bad as it looks." He lied as she helped him prop up against the bed.
"Don't try to protect me. I can handle whatever you have to say." Megan said, seeing through his lie.
Sands smirked at the thought. "You're not ready for half the stuff I could tell you." He sighed. "No real person would be." He added under his breath.
"What happened?" She asked, changing the focus. "Have you seen a doctor yet? We should really call a doctor." She said quickly, her concern was evident-but that wasn't what Sands wanted.
"No. I don't want to see a doctor. Not right now." He said firmly.
"But you have to. Blood loss, blood poisoning…you don't have any eyes. You need a doctor." She insisted.
"I don't want a damn doctor. Not yet." He replied harshly, his voice rising. "That's how this all started-with a damn doctor. A so called 'doctor' did this to me." He said icily.
Megan drew a sharp breath. "What do you mean? Who did it?" She asked.
"See-that's another reason I don't want a doctor. They ask too many damn questions." He said bitterly.
"I'm just trying to help. You don't have to be so damn stubborn." Megan replied harshly, it was obvious she was getting fed up with his attitude.
"Yes I do…it's what keeps me alive." He replied.
"You're not going to be alive much longer if you get an infection." She pointed out.
"It's a chance I'll have to take." He said firmly. He didn't say that he planned on seeing someone about getting new eyes. He was sure it could be done on the black market-but he had to act soon and he knew it. But there was no sense in getting her all worked up over it.
"Then I'll be an orphan." She shot back, and then got really quiet.
Sands didn't say anything-he just 'looked' away.