Tongues of me roared towards the ceiling, and a red hue was in front of them …


    He knelt by the fire, hissing and calling for Adam Rouco, but the man on the ground would not wake up.


    “Adam! Adam … Adam!”


    A huge column of fire broke through the mes and rushed down from the ceiling, Estre Berrocal’s pupils suddenly dted…


    The slender body, directly above Adam Rouco, deflects that pir of fire for him!


    He felt the pain of the skin cracking …


    “Adam… Adam… no…”


    The nurse who was on one side, changing the medicine, saw that the patient in the bed was showing signs of awakening and rushed to call the family.


    “Who is Estre Berrocal’s family? She is waking up”.


    Andreo Fanta and Ciri Garzón were stunned and quickly entered the room.


    Estre Berrocal was clearly having a nightmare, her forehead covered with profuse sweat that dampened the hair on her forehead.Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.


    “Adam… Adam…”


    Ciri Garzón came over to listen: “He is shouting for Adán Rouco. ”


    Andreo Fanta said to the nurse, “Call the doctor.”


    “Okay, I’ll be right there.”


    Ciri Garzón asks, “How is Adán Rouco?”


    Andreo Fanta shook his head, “It was bad, he had Dulcinia armored in his arms when the powder exploded, and … he was badly wounded when he was hit by the burning pir of fire.”


    Although Ciri Garzón did not see the scene, she could imagine how Adán Rouco’s heart moved as he clung to Estre Berrocal’s side.


    Andreo Fanta’s cell phone rings and the caller says Cidro Borja.


    “Mr. Andreo, Amara Monteno has escaped and the police and the people we sent are searching the city.”


    Andreo Fanta’s jaw was tense and his face was sullen: “We have to catch her!”.


    “Mr. Andreo be calm, the aunt is still unconscious because of Amara Monteno, and this revenge must be avenged!”


    After hanging up the phone, the nurse and doctor entered the room from outside.


    Andreo Fanta stepped back with his arm around Ciri Garzón to allow the doctor to examine Estre Berrocal.


    “Doctor, how is my sister?”


    The doctor said, “Your sister is not seriously injured, she’s unconscious because she inhaled some carbon dioxide, but it’s nothing serious. It’s just that … she has a deep cut on her face and it may leave a scar.”


    Andreo Fanta looked at Estre Berrocal, who was still unconscious in the hospital bed, and frowned, asking worriedly, “Will the baby in her belly be all right?”


    “The baby is fine, he just needs to meditate and recover on his back.”


    As for lesions on the face …, scars may take a long time to fade.


    Ciri Garzón is not worried about the scars on Estre Berrocal’s face, even though she is a woman, saying, “With all the medical advances today, it’s just a small scar on the face, it’s easy to remove, as long as Estre is fine now.”


    The doctor followed suit and said, “Yes, medical aesthetics is very advanced today, there are many ways to remove scars, and some people have a fast metabolism of their skin type, so as long as they are well protected, the scars will fade over time.”


    Andreo Fanta’s mood, which had been somber, lightened somewhat.


    The corners of her lips curved up gently as she looked at the small woman at her side, “Ciri, are youforting me?”


    Ciri Garzón said stiffly, “Don’t get your hopes up, I’m just being objective in my analysis.”


    A slight smile appeared in Andreo Fanta’s eyes and he reached out, firmly grasping Ciri Garzón’s small hand by the leg.


    Ciri Garzón frowned a little and stared at him, Andreo Fanta didn’t flinch, he took his hand off her, but still couldn’t remove it, Ciri Garzón didn’t bother to struggle and let him hold her firmly.


    Ciri Garzón understood that he was nervous for her, perhaps because he had witnessed the life and death of Adán Rouco and Estre Berrocal together.


    “Why don’t you go see Adán Rouco, I’ll keep an eye on Estre here,” offered Ciri Garzón.


    Andreo Fanta emitted a faint “mmm” and when he let go of her little hand, he followed her and pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly before pulling her away.


    At the entrance to the room, two bodyguards stand guard.


    Andreo Fanta was clearly ufortable with Ciri Garzón being left alone to guard the room.


    …


    Late at night, just after 12 o’clock, Ciri Garzón fell asleep on the edge of Estre Berrocal’s bed.


    Andreo Fanta entered the room with a lighter step, and when he reached it, he bent down and was about to lift it horizontally when Ciri Garzón woke up.


    “I’ll take you to afortable ce to sleep.”


    Ciri Garzón shook her head and said in a muffled voice: “Forget it, I’m fine sleeping here, if she wakes upter I won’t be there…”


    The man in the hospital bed, whose eyshes were beginning to flutter, seemed to be waking up.


    Ciri Garzón patted Andreo Fanta’s arm: “Put me down, it looks like Estre is awake”.


    After Ciri Garzon let go of her arms, she plopped down on the edge of the bed and looked at Estre Berrocal, calling softly, “Estre? Estre…”


    Estre Berrocal had a frown on her face and her hands were clutching the quilt with an expression of struggle and pain.


    “It looks like Estre is having nightmares again, shall we wake her up?”


    Not knowing what horrible thing she had dreamed, Estre Berrocal eximed, “Adam!”.


    Estre Berrocal woke up, gasping like a fish stranded on the shore struggling to breathe.


    Ciri Garzón took her by the hand and said cheerfully: “Star! You have finally woken up”.


    Estre Berrocal froze for about three seconds, her watery eyes glistened and she asked anxiously, “Where is Adam, where is Adam, how is he?”


    With that, Estre Berrocal lifted the sheets and was about to get out of bed to look for Adán Rouco when Andreo Fanta held her shoulders: “Dulcinia, you are very weak now”.


    “Yes, you lie down for a while, Adán Rouco is fine, you have a baby in your belly.”


    Estre Berrocal then remembered the baby and, with her hands unconsciously touching her t belly, fearfully asked, “Is the baby okay…?”


    Ciri Garzón said with relief, “Don’t worry, the baby is fine, the doctor has said that now you have to rest.”


    “But I want to see Adam now, I want to make sure he’s okay, I remember him hugging me when the explosion happened, so…”


    Andreo Fanta’s eyes darkened and he said, “Adán Rouco is not badly hurt, but the doctor said he was fine, so don’t worry too much.”


    Estre Berrocal, with sore eyes, choked back a sob and said, “I want to see him, can I see him?”.


    Ciri Garzón looked at Andreo Fanta: “It is better to show him Adán Rouco, it will only be more disturbing if he cannot see him”.


    …


    Andreo Fanta and Ciri Garzón helped Estre Berrocal and went to the ICU ward.


    Through a thick ss wall, Estre Berrocal stands in the hallway, her eyes moist as she watches Adán Rouco in his hospital bed with a syringe.


    Nose, painfully.


    The tears I had been holding back finally fell.


    Who let him protect her, so dangerous, how could he do that, if she really can’t wake up, what should she and Paulita do, did she ever think she would be heartbroken.


    He would prefer that she herself was lying down and not him breathing the oxygen mask.


    The heart, as if attacked with a knife, sh by sh.


    Adán Rouco never spoke of love, but with his actions, in the most critical moments, he protected her with his life.


    “Did the doctor say when Adam would wake up?”


    Andreo Fanta, his eyes slightly averted, spoke sincerely, “It may take a while.”


    Estre Berrocal’s hand, pressed against the ss door, at a great distance, her fingers, as if she had caressed her forehead, her nose …


    Adam, wake up quickly, will you?


    I, and the baby, are still waiting for you.