#27:

That night I was on guard duty.
But since I had been so distracted and enjoying the Montalvo roller coaster, I hadn't really remembered it until the clinician asked who would be staying that afternoon and they all looked at me.
"Don't worry," Matt whispered. "You give me the key to your room, and I will bring you everything you need."
´´Oh ok. Thank you.
´´Thanks nothing, hummingbird. I plan to collect this favor."- He murmured close to my ear.
“Co…collect? How?"
“Hmm. I'll think of something. I'll bring you food from my house, okay?"
"If you like."
Between one thing and another, it took two hours for Matt to return, bringing my clothes and personal items, and the wicker basket that promised delicious food.
However, I was up to my nose in admitances.
Five of them!
And the night hadn't even begun.
Matt, for his part, sat down with me, and began to help me write the medical records.
Ufff, I thanked him. Because otherwise, I'd still be doing them.
After finishing with the income, it was already after ten at night, and although I insisted that he go home, he did not want to.
We ate together what he had brought, and then I had to force him out of the shower because he insisted on bathing with me.
"You're cruel.- I whine.- I've stayed with you, I made three of the clinical histories, I fed you and you don't even have the heart to let me..."
"No. - I muttered under my breath. "We agreed that we would keep our relationship a secret. There's nothing that screams “sex” more than getting caught taking a shower together."
He pouted, but I slammed the shower door in his face.
***
Upon waking up, I noticed that my bed was wet.
And it seemed strange to me, because I had gone to sleep warm and comfortable, in the arms of my good twin.
I reluctantly agreed to let him sleep with me.
I already knew that it would be useless to try to keep our secret.
Matt was determined that the whole world found out, anyway...
The dormitories were in the dark, but I started feeling around and turned on the light.
What I saw made my heart twist, painfully.
On my bed was my boyfriend, my Matt, dead.
Blood gushed from a hideous wound in his neck, and on the floor was the assassin's knife.
A sinister shadow appeared right in front of me, and a hellish voice whispered in my ear:
" It's your fault."
I awoke with a start, my heart pounding, my hands cold, and my eyes brimming with tears.
"What's wrong?" he whispered, squeezing me into his warm embrace, and I knew I would die if anything bad happened to him.
"Shhh, shhh, it's over my love. It was just a nightmare." He dried my tears with his fingers, kissed my forehead and my eyes, looking for my lips. And I couldn't stop crying. Clinging to his neck, panicked.
“They'll hurt you, Matt. If you stay close to me, if the killer finds out, he will hurt you." I sobbed.
"Nothing will happen to me. And neither to you. I will protect you. Shhh, don't cry anymore hummingbird. Now, now, try to fall asleep."
I couldn't.
Fear didn't allow me to.
Matt fell like a log, wrapped around me. I stayed lying on my back.
With his muscled legs tucked between mine, his nose against my neck, and his hand tucked inside my panty, his palm resting possessively on my pubis.
However, after that terrible nightmare, I stayed awake, fearing and shaking every time someone entered or left.
***
In the internal medicine ward, next morning, I was writing and answering what they asked me, as if by inertia. My mind was dull, and my senses half off from not sleeping a wink at all.
"Apparently, your boyfriend didn't let you sleep last night," Lizet commented, smiling.
At that hour, I couldn't even feel the muscles in my face.
I had a blank mind and a terrible headache.
Lizet leaned forward, looking at me.
“Our fellow pediatric rotaters say you were humping him last night.''
What?!
Lizet gave me a mischievous smile.
" Who'd say? I always thought you were a prude but you came out hot, huh?"
"I was crying. – I explained. – Last night I had a nightmare, and surely what they heard were my hiccups of fear, not my moans of pleasure."
Lizet shrugged.
''Doesn't matter. From the minute you layed in the same bed, you couldn't avoid people's gossip."
I rolled my eyes.
Lizet and I wrote our evolutions, we participated in the visitor's pass, and when we were leaving the hospital we bumped into Yunior.
"Hey, you stranger."
"Yes, sorry. It's that I'm doing a special rotation through the morgue, and well…the dead are very complex and not a pleasant company at all.- he replied, stroking his neck, embarrassed.- shall we go for some juices?
"Yes," I answered.
We were drinking the juices, eating some sandwiches and having a pleasant conversation. Yunior was telling us how interesting it is to participate in necropsies and find out what people die of, when my cell phone rang.
I took it out of the backpack and almost threw it to the ground, from fright.
*I have not forgotten you, and if you continue with that boy I will do worse things to him than I did to her.*
I instantly blanched.
The text message was just sent to me from Amalia's cell phone.
I bit my nails.
At that rate, I'd end up eating my fingers.
"What's wrong, Rosy? Bad news? "- Lizet asked me.
"No. It's just that... I left ny towel in the dorms and I have to go back to get it." - I got up from the chair, and practically ran out of there.
"Hey, but finish your snack first!" Yunior protested, but I ignored him.
I ran back to the hospital.
Looking for him like crazy everywhere, until I found him coming out of the surgery room, with the head teacher.
I jumped on him, clinging to him, and crying like a Magdalene.
“He wrote to me, Matt. The killer just threatened me. Look. " I squealed. Handing him my cell phone.
He looked at the message and frowned, the head surgery professor was looking at us with a grin from ear to ear and raised my eyebrows.
I dried my tears, and looked at him.
" I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt but..."
"Don't worry, my brother is already on the lookout and knows everything."
"Your brother?" I asked him, surprised.
Matt bit his lower lip, looking at me in pain.
"Yes, he is Marcos, our older brother."