The Curse of the Weeping Woman

Blade

She got her revenge, but I couldn't let her hurt those boys. I was throwing up. All I could see was red. The next thing that I know, I'm by the trash can with my arm around someone's shoulder. A bottle is thrust into my vision. I grab it and struggle to open the cap, still dizzy from what just happened. Someone grabs the bottle from me, opens it, and puts it back into my hands. I stare uncertainty at it, then drink it because I'm so light headed. At some point, an ambulance shows up and takes me to the hospital. As the ask me questions that I'm barely able to answer, I start to pass out. The last thing I hear is someone saying
"...crazy...why...blood...transfusion...possibility...alright?"

I wake up in the hospital with a blood bag attached to an IV needle in my arm and a killer headache. My Papá sits on my left, holding my hand.

"Hey Papá." I whisper.

"Espada, are you okay?"

"Where am I?"

"Safe."

"Don't let go."

"Never."

I drift back to sleep, feeling it swarm over me like a thousand tiny bees, lifting me up and taking me away.