She was badly injured by the beating but she was still alive. Relief washed over him. He had to somehow get them out of there, but how? He was blind and he knew there were at least two other men outside waiting for them.

He searched Telford's body and took his gun. He also found another small gun on him. He pulled Sam over into a corner of the room and then walked over to the door and pounded on it and waited.

The door opened and Sands fired his guns at the men standing there. He heard their bodies hit the ground. He pulled them into the room, shut the door, took their guns and found the car keys.

He crawled back over to Sam and cradled her head in his lap, removing her gag and unbinding her hands. "Sam, can you hear me?" he asked.

"Mmm," she moaned.

"You have to wake up and help me," he said urgently. "Telford is dead and we have to get out of here."

She squinted her eyes open and looked up into Sands worried face. The pain in her chest indicated that she had broken ribs from the beating she had taken. She winced in pain.

"OK," she managed to croak out. She looked down at the blood on herself. She was hurt pretty badly but she needed to help him. She was determined that they get out of this alive.

"You may have to…help me," she said barely able to speak.

He stroked her face. "No, you'll be helping me. You're my eyes, remember?"

She smiled weakly. "Yes. Help me up."

Sands carefully helped her to her feet. She moaned in obvious pain. He supported most of her weight on himself as they made their way to the door.

"You have to tell me what you see," he said. "We need to find a way out of here."

He slowly cracked open the door so she could see out.

"I see two men guarding the gate out of here," she said weakly. "I see the car parked near the entranceway to this building. It's a straight shot out of here to the car and then out the gate."

"Good girl," Sands said. "Now we have to move." He hoisted her up and started to move as fast as he could toward the car.

When they were about halfway there, the guards at the gate spotted them and started shooting. Bullets whizzed past their head as they continued forward.

Suddenly Samantha felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and looked down. She had been hit by a bullet. They got to the car and Sands put her in the passenger side and got in and started the car.

"Straight ahead to the gate?" he confirmed with her as a bullet shattered the windshield.

"Yes," she barely whispered.

He floored the gas pedal of the car and sped toward the gate as fast as the car would go. They crashed through the gate and continued down the dusty road.

"Help me, Sam, I can't see where we're going."

She laughed slightly and blood bubbled out of her mouth. That was not a good sign she thought but she didn't tell Sands.

"The road is straight right now. Go straight," she said breathlessly.

She could feel her head starting to get dizzy. "I need a hospital," she finally said barely able to keep awake. She directed him left or right, sometimes grabbing the wheel to keep them on the road until they got to a small town. Fortunately the roads were deserted as he barely kept on them.

She spotted a clinic. "Stop here," she said. "Get a doctor in the building on the left." She fell back against the seat exhausted from trying to stay awake and help Sands while he drove blind.

Sands got out of the car and made his way to the clinic.

"I need a doctor!" he said in Spanish and in English as fast as he could.

An older man accompanied him back to the car.

"Senor, she is very bad," the doctor said, "She is shot in the abdomen and may have internal bleeding. I can't help her much. We need to get her to the hospital."

"Can you drive us?" he asked the doctor. "I'm blind."

The doctor looked at him incredulously wondering how they got to his clinic in the first place.

"Yes, I'll drive you. Apply pressure to her wound." He moved Sam to the back seat of the car and Sands jumped in with her. The doctor placed a handful of gauze in Sands hands and put them on her wound. "Right here," the doctor directed him.

Sands pressed on the wound stopping the blood flow as the car sped off to the hospital.

"Why didn't you tell me you were shot?" Sands hissed at her.

"It would have distracted you," she whispered feeling herself slipping into unconsciousness. "You might have stopped and gotten killed." She felt the blackness over take her.

Sands bent down and kissed her and he felt her go slack in his arms. This was all his fault. If she died it would be because of him. He felt a lump in his throat. He couldn't lose her now. Not now that he…loved her? Did he really just think that? Was it even possible? He didn't have time to examine the thought as he prayed that they would make it to the hospital in time to save her life.