[of our own device]

WHO. Daniel & Ashling
WHERE. Infirmary
WHEN. Early Morning

Daniel was muttering in his sleep. He didn't, not generally, but the pain medication he'd gotten was making him sleep deeply, a dreamless state. He didn't mind. Nightmares would have only made matters worse, so when he cracked his eyes and came to, his head was throbbing from the medication and his mouth was dry. He made the mistake of trying to reach with his injured arm first and he gasped, resting it down for a moment as the pain zipped through him like cracks in a glass. Deep breathing calmed the pain down and he reached, this time with a little less pain, with his good arm and lifted the glass to his lips as he sat up.

This was going to be a pain. Literal and otherwise. He looked around, swallowing back the water with a wince.

"Hello? Is anyone around? Ashling?" he remembered that the odd name belonged to the woman with fiery hair that had helped him at first and he wondered if she was still here.

WHO. Daniel, Ashling & Aiden
WHERE. Lobby
WHEN. Early Morning

Daniel didn't park the car well, but then, when dizzy from blood-loss and heat and panic, parking wasn't the strongest concern. The hotel had appeared as a God send and Daniel was muttering beneath his breath, every prayer he could think of to Jesucristo and all of the Saints. He managed to push the car door open and he stumbled out of it, leaving his bag in the car. He hit the lock on his keys right before hitting his knees, dust and sand pluming up into the air. Blood dripped down his hand and he groaned, pushing himself up as he staggered towards the glass doors at the hotel entrance.

He didn't want them to call the police. If they called the police, he was going to go to jail. He had drugs in his car. Money in his car. If he went to jail, he'd be killed there. The cartel would find him and kill him. He wasn't important enough to bail out. Not even if Rodrigo had managed to make it out.

Rodrigo. His brother.

He fell down in front of the doors and turned over onto his back. His shoulder was throbbing, leaking blood onto the sand. He felt the sun beat down, the heat unbearable.

Was this Hell? He deserved it.

"Dios te salve, Maria, llena eres de gracia..."