Disclame: still don't own a thing.

Chapter 3) Freaking dream and alcohol.

He was laying on a cold metal slab. His vision was blurry and he when he tried to stand up, he realised he couldn't. He was stuck! He looked around for help, he hated to ask. Now he could see three people surrounding him. One was a mummy, one was his bitchy-witchy girlfriend and one was… a dentist?

Why the fuck was there a dentist in this shit-hole? But he had no time to ask. Mummy-boy was talking to him. Something about 'seen to much.' In Bad boy terms that meant ' you're dead meat'. A fear filled Agent Sands. He didn't want to die yet and definitely not here with the big bad bitch and Mummy-boy.

Sands mumbled something to Mummy-boy: Mummy-boy had to watch out, because He was from the CIA. But Mummy-boy just smiled at him. Not a nice smile, not nice at all. Again he said something about 'seen to much' and he took a couple steps back. Now the dentist walked towards him. Sands eye widened. The fuck mook had a fucking drill in his hand. Not an ordinary dental drill but a fucking big on! It looked like a hawk's claw with a deadly sharp spinning thing in the middle.

'Seen to much, seen to much, seen to much, seen to much, SEEN TO MUCH!'

"O MY FUCKING GOD!" Sands now understood what they wanted to do with him. They wanted to drill his eyes out! He was scared to death right now and he tried to run, tried to scream, he tried everything to stop the drill from getting closer. But the only thing he could do was look at that god damn thing.

Why did I ever trust that bitch, Ajedrez! Why was I so damn stupid? Then Sands thoughts stopped abruptly. Some one held his head and he felt unbearable pain as his head was drilled into. He had to scream, he didn't care if they thought he was pathetic. He just had to scream and scream.

Suddenly everything went dark. That scared him more than the drill.

"Where the hell am I " Sands could hear a radio was on, a fan was spinning close to his left side. And he heard a choking sound, like some one was getting killed.

"Great live entertainment that I CAN'T SEE!" At that moment he realised he had his left arm stretched out, and that he was the one choking someone.

"Let me go you idiot, I can't breathe!" That 'someone' hissed, kicking
against his arm. Sands cried out in pain. A rasping breath filled the room.

"MY GOD, YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY, I HAVE A MURDERING PSYCHO IN MY HOUSE!" A girly voice screamed.

Sands, in total shock, wanted to pull out his gun. Who ever that was might be one of the cartels, ready to kill him. Then he realised his right hand was tide up and his gun was missing. Shit, this was not good! He felt sick and he started to sweat. It was a good thing that he hadn't ate for a while because he felt like he was going to throw up. He stared to get dizzy and he knew that soon he would faint.

Then a hand touched his left shoulder, the shoulder with the bullet wound.

"Don't fucking touch me!" He wanted to fight, and he tried to hit whoever it was that touched him.

"Jesus, relax I want to help you. Man your tense!" The voice spoke nervously.

That voice. He had heard that voice before. Wait! It was that girl, the one who had helped him earlier. Well, not really helped him, since he had been planning on dying that day. Why did she help him anyway? He didn't have money and you couldn't say he was good-looking, anymore.

She was walking around him, he could hear her clearly. What was she doing? Was she really going to help him? Or would she kill him? No that couldn't be. If she wanted him dead she would have stabbed him in the chest while he was asleep ( if you could call that horrible nightmare sleep). Why, in fucks name, would she want to help him? Anyone with a brain knew he was a cold blooded killer who only cared about himself.

"Who the hell are you anyway." He asked trying to sound as uninterested as possible.

The footsteps next to him, stopped. It was clear that the girl had stopped walking (Unless she was walking on her toe's, which Sands highly doubted). "Why should you care, just a minute ago you wanted to kill me." Was the snappy answer.

'Great', Sands thought, a girl is almost as irritated as I am. Of course I have a much better reason. She still has her EYES! She can still see stuff. She is probably looking at me right now with a big sadistic smile on her face.

"Then I ask you, why did you bring me here! Everybody in this shit hole knows I am a big bad bastard that will shoot you dead before you can say 'what the fuck'!"

Sands wished he could see the look on her face. She must be terrified right now, or at least scared enough to leave him alone for a while. He would go to sleep again, and he would just sleep and sleep. Then maybe sleep a little more.

Too bad the freaking girl hadn't left. Sands heard a jingling sound coming from a bracelet close by his ear. "You really are a el grande macho, aren't you!"

This was one hell of a comeback and Sands hadn't expected it. She was talking to him like he was a little baby! He wanted to say something smart back, but he was out of sarcastic ideas. So he would hold back...for the moment.

The girl was still near him. Maybe he could kill here. It wouldn't be very hard, she was just a little girl. If he just had some strength left. But right at the moment he couldn't even lift his arm. He was exhausted from the dream. So he layed were he was, staying perfectly still, trying to hear what the girl was doing.

Next to him she placed 'things'. No idea what, sounded like glass and some kind of box. " Yeah, you're asleep!" The girl said, terribly loud.

Sands sighed, "No, I'm afraid I'm living a nightmare, you stupid little…" He grumbled.

"OKAY, I was just checking!" The girl snapped again. "Jesus, mister Grumpy!"

Sands was starting to get really pissed off. And if he was pissed off the whole world had to watch its back.

"Alright, listen up mister. I'm going to try and disinfect you're wounds. And by just looking at them I know this will hurt... a lot. So if you want any painkillers you just have to ask."

If his eyes hadn't been drilled out he would have rolled them right now. Like he, thedangerous Agent Sands, couldn't handle a little bit of pain. He'd lived though worse things than wound sterilization. Piece of cake! He moved a little bit so he lay comfortably and he turned his head to the spot were he supposed the
girl was standing. "Gimme your best shot niña."

He heard a soft sigh." Your choice…" he heard a bottle moving and a wet towel pressed against his left arm. Immediately he bit on his lower lip. Horrible pain shot through his arm. Don't scream, don't scream, don't SCREAM! He gasped for air, trying to control his breathing.

"What… THE FUCK… did you…put… on me!" Acid would probable be the answer.

"Alcohol." The girl answered softly. "ALCOHOL! What kind of IDIOT puts ALCOHOL on a wound!" Adrenaline rushed through his body and the fainting feeling started to come.

"Why in THE NAME OF GOD didn't you use iodine?"

"I didn't have any. And all the shops are closed." She explained still
talking softly. "W-what time is it?" Sands mumbled.

"It's three PM, sir." Sands mouth dropped open. "So, how long was I
asleep?"

It was quiet in the room for a couple of second. "I think a little bit more than two days. You behaved pretty weird in your sleep. Talking, screaming and every time I wanted to wake you up or walk by you tried to hit me." She laughed "So that's the reason you're hand is tied to the bed, you're not a prisoner or anything, it's just for my own protection. I still have bruises from the first time you smacked me against the wall. You're pretty strong, even when you're hurt."

Sands felt his proud grow a mile. He started to relax a bit because he now knew for sure that he was in a safe place. With some one who wanted to help him, however strange that may seem. But off course he didn't let slip his happiness. Stay cool was the motto of the CIA, so he did. He only grinned at the girl.

"This could hurt too, I'm going to remove the bullet. And I'm not sure it's smart to tell you this, but I've never done this before."

The happy feeling was smashed into pieces. Yeah, why not? My luck had hit bottom. I wouldn't be surprised if she told me that she's epileptic." Gimme that bottle." He stretched his 'good' arm. "C'mon gimme the bottle." He felt the cold glass and started to drink like a loony.

Rum, it was rum. His throat was burning like hell. Well, it could be worse, rum was good, rum was really good. After half a bottle, in less than a minutes, he started to feel warm and fuzzy. He gave the bottle back to the girl. He felt like he was flying.

He lost track of time, felt almost nothing when the bullet was getting removed. Yeah, he would sleep soon. What a nice thought!

SMACK!

What the! Someone had slapped him in the face!

"Don't fall asleep smart ass." No he was awake again. Not good! Sleep good, wake bad. He wanted to sleep! Why couldn't he sleep!

"WhIcannosleep!" Oh, yeah lots of alcohol wasn't good for speaking.

"Because if you fall asleep you could STAY asleep. You're still weak and you have lost a lot of blood. And with that much alcohol in you're body, well...I hear you could go in shock." Woah, that girl must be able to read minds if she actually knew what he meant. Or read his lips, or was drunk herself. Nah, couldn't be that. Little girl's don't drink. Right? Let's think about that question , Sands.

Again she smacked him in the face. "DON'T. FALL. ASLEEP!" Sands was starting to hate this girl. "I'm gonna stitch your arm now." Sands' head was spinning. "Uhuh…" Wait, what did she say again?

"Shit." He whispered so soft no one would have been able to hear it. One stitch. Two stitch. Three stitch. Funny just like counting sheep, or dead bodies. Stitch, stitch, stitch. Fuck he lost count. No fair! On they other hand the pain was minimum.

"Okay you're arm is done." Should he smile or something? Yeah, why not. A wicked smile filled his face.

"Bottle!" And with that he stretched out his arm again.

He started to drink again. If I can't go sleeping than I will drink till I can't think anymore, he thought. He had suffer enough, right? To bad the evil little witch had other plans.

Roughly the bottle got snatched out of his hand. "You've had enough buddy." Why didn't he have his gun! Fuck the world. Thank god the fuzzy feeling had started to come back.

Time flew by, minute after minute. Sometimes he heard the girl swearing, but he had no idea why. He stared counting again but he couldn't remember what number came after five.

Finally the girl was done. "Okay, you can go to sleep now if you want. If something is wrong you just yell, I'll be in the next room so I will be here in a sec." Sands could only nod. He was exhausted and drunk, freaking DRUNK! He heard the girl walk away and he fell asleep, finally.

Aaahhh… Poor little Sands… I like the drunken Sands! And do you like the girl? I tried to make her shy, but that would kill the fun. Hope you like this chap and don't forget to REVIEW please!

Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.

-TBC-