"Are you okay? You look kind of pale." Yael asked I hadn't said a word the whole trip to the hospital. Luckily, he carried a bandana with him, but now it was socked with blood.
"I'm okay." I lied but truth was that my heart kept strangely pounding, after the loss of blood my head felt hollow.
I didn't think I'd die from it though, but it sure felt like it. Putting a hand over my heart. Cameron came to my mind, I didn't want to lose him, even if it meant me being in pain, at least I wanted to be close to him, so when I disappear he would at least remember my name.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked through my pressed nose which made Yael chuckle.
Breaking the silence between Yael and me. He was concentrated on the road. Letting me recover my strength. The Radio playing one of his favorite Spanish songs. Thanks to Yael I was adventuring into his culture and I loved it. He always played nice old music for me. He said if I could understand what every song he played, I wouldn't stop crying. Although his family was Salvadorian, his favorite artist was Leo Dan, and Argentinian ballad singer, and every time he played his music I could feel what he meant. The passion and the melody were heart touching. It calmed me and made me wonder about life. The perfect meditation music. I could see Yael glancing at me from the corner of his eye. He nodded. Biting my lower lip, fixing my hair behind my ear, I turned my eyes to the window, avoiding Yael's eyes.
"Has Cameron, you know..." I said but pause...