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forward until I had to balance myself with a hand on the wall.
“Oh mierda.” I stumbled.
My eyelids fluttered closed, and I could feel how all the blood in my face
rushed down, leaving me woozy and unbalanced. I willed my eyes to open
back up. But all I saw was white. A white and misty blanket that covered
everything in front of me. Although perhaps, it was the wall. I couldn’t be
sure.
I … I messed up. Big time. Eight thirty. No one around. That kept echoing
in my head as I tried to account for the signs that indicated I was going down.
And I … dammit. I couldn’t remember. Couldn’t … think. My skin felt cold
and clammy, and I just wanted to close my eyes and rest. I was vaguely
recalling that being a bad idea when my limbs started giving out.
Then, I was lying down.
Good. That’s good. I’ll rest, and then I’ll be better. I toppled to the side.
It’s cold, but it’ll … get … better.
“Catalina.” A voice seeped through the haze. It was deep. Urgent.
My lips were cool and felt detached from my body, so I didn’t answer.
“Fuck.” That voice again. Then, something warm fell on my forehead.
“Jesus, fuck. Catalina.”
I messed up. I … knew. I had done something wrong, and I wanted to
admit it out loud to whoever was there, but all I accomplished was a mumble
that didn’t really sound like … anything.
“Hey.” That voice softened, no longer sounding angry.
And I … I was so tired.
“Open those big brown eyes.”
That warm pressure I felt on my forehead moved down my face,
spreading across my cheek. It felt good against my cool and damp skin, so I
leaned on it.
“Open them for me. Please, Catalina.”
My eyelids fluttered open for an instant, finding two blue spots that made
me think of the ocean. I felt a sigh escape my mouth, that hollow and void
sensation receding for an instant.
“There you are.” I heard the voice again. Even softer now. Relieved.
As I blinked slowly, my vision started to return in flashes. Deep blue
eyes. Hair as dark as black ink. The hard line of a jaw.
“Lina?”
Lina.