Afraid

Lyana

I slam the door of the rest room leaning firmly against my back, seeking to breathe deeply, that look of a grayish blue stirring with each of my structures and forcing me to maintain a professional facade. Somehow numbing from the moment this man came in here bleeding like an animal, I could feel the changes that would occur. Maybe it’s just the silly granddaughter of a Brazilian full of superstitions or some divine being trying to warn her to stay away from him. 

His acid words tried to penetrate every layer of my skin, I could not even pay attention to what colleagues were discussing despite having the notion, that for someone who suffered serious injuries, we did not expect him to wake up so early much less with such courage and strength. The many nurses around the hospital did not disguise their distrust of him, from what I understand Yurich Romanov is a man of great power and above all: dangerous. 

I release the air and inspire again seeking to calm the frantic beats, I have many things to deal with at the moment so I can not stand still because of a man. pull myself together and I leave the small room, walk through the hospital spend the next hours intended only for post-operative care of each of the patients who were on the operating table by my hands, Talking a little with family members who want to know more about the health of their loved ones 

When the shift ends at nine o'clock at night, I pass by the infirmary willing to sign the registration book, but my curiosity is stronger and I end up taking the file of the alleged boss of the mafia as I heard comment, their exams present only some normal changes for those who have undergone a major surgery. In another two or three days you will be discharged, when I am about to return the folder I have attracted attention to the last sheet. The man’s signature claimed to be aware of his condition to be released earlier than prescribed. 

The feeling of worry that invades my mind is contradictory and annoying, I do not even know him right, even being one of the patients I attended during the shift I never felt these sensations this way. Snitch is frustrated with the way I’m handling it, the day was weird and that’s it. 

At least that’s what I’m trying to put in my head. 

I return the medical record and sign the book, waving to some of the colleagues who quickly want a good rest, before leaving seeing the heavy wool coat to face the cold that arrives in the country. I’m not Russian, I came to the country when my paternal grandfather fell ill, was about fifteen at the time so after almost eight years I already live here and of course because it is my father’s mother tongue I speak fluently little accent.

My mother was Brazilian and died a few months ago of a heart attack catching me by surprise since I ended up being alone in the world after we came here for some reason that until today I understand my father left and did not return. 

I let the air loose watching the way it condenses in the cold weather, along with the painful memories, and walk out of the parking area, my house is two blocks from the hospital, so I usually come on foot. Lately, I’ve been thinking about going back to Brazil, there I have aunts and maybe it’s a good experience. 

.I get so lost in these thoughts that I only notice how empty the street is when I feel a shiver rising in my spine. The feeling of being followed begins to scare me in a way I imagine to be psychotic, honestly the day was hell and those eyes are still strangely chasing my mind, I shouldn’t think about him much less worry about a man like that. But when at home I will call Rafael, I need to know how he is and when he will return here. We were raised together since childhood, he graduated in medicine to be by my side, and before my father disappeared he made a point of our union so he brought him to Russia, As much as my feelings for him are a little more brotherly I can’t deny that I love him, became a beautiful man and now we’re engaged. When he comes back from travel I will surrender once and for all, I hope to make these feelings grow. 

A sigh while my thoughts are completely messed up so I don’t notice the moment when strong hands grab me by the shoulders get completely scared of the masked men in the middle of the deserted street so I try to hit them and end up hitting a kick, I take the surprise in their eyes with this I take two steps forward ready to run but I am grabbed by the ankles unbalancing the body as in slow motion I see the ground approaching I can only raise my arm to protect the face. The beat of my forehead against the asphalt turns everything around me. Desperate cry for help not to be taken, fear covers my mind making the heart race with adrenaline beat your feet trying to be loose to crawl away from them 

I am defenseless at the same instant, I scream forcefully wanting someone to listen to me, soon a cloth comes to my mouth as I am lifted and thrown in the back of a pickup truck that is covered with a leather protector. I feel the tears falling my cheek mixing with blood, despair mingling with fatigue when only I would like to get home safely, my mind still remembers the look of Yurich Romanov before falling into darkness.