Losers – Kyler's Story

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Warning: There is some language

Losers – Kyler's Story

As Helios and I reached the front of the manor, I noticed a stretch Hummer. It was canary yellow and I could see blood spots leading from the doors of the Hummer up to the manor's front doors. I jumped off Helios before my old friend had even stopped completely. I pulled the saddlebags off the pale, sweat covered hide Helios now had with ease. I didn't stop in my movements as I ran towards the front doors; Helios would either graze or go back to the stables, but he would be safe.

As I got to the doors, Aisha opened them. I puffed up as I saw dried blood covering her arms. My old friend took a bag from me and we raced to the large kitchen area, the cleanest place in the whole house.

"Pooch passed out due to blood loss. The others are with him. Haven't seen Ci-Ci yet," Aisha told me in a voice that was as emotionless as her face.

"Kayci is probably in my old room," I huffed. I spotted the butler and sent an order his way, something I rarely did. "Find Kayci and get her down here. I really don't care about secrets right now!" I yelled at him.

We had finally reached the kitchen doors. The old cook, a plump woman in her sixties named Martha, was holding the double doors open for us. I noticed that her usually spot free apron was splattered with blood, but I couldn't focus enough to ask her whose it was. Aisha and I raced into the kitchen with our arms full.

Now I was leading her. I immediately went into my medical mind set and raced to the large six foot long sink used for dishes. I had told Martha to keep it empty before sleeping. I motioned for Aisha to set the saddlebag on the counter beside it. One of the kitchen hands, a German male named Kuno, was leaning against the sink waiting for us.

I hadn't even set my bag down before I was hearing someone give him instructions in rapid-fire German. I turned swiftly to see Kayci standing in the doorway with Shami in her arms. I nodded to her before racing to the smaller sink used for washing hands.

"Anyone who's helping me with medical things better wash their hands now or so help me God, I will kick you out into the yard so fast you won't know what hit you," I stated in the nearly silent room.

"What should I do with Shami?" Kayci asked. I looked over my shoulder to see my orange haired sister itching to help.

"I will take de young one," Martha stated, her very old accent in place. I could never name it as a child, and I still couldn't. "My hands are too old for dees type of work."

I smiled at her as she took my baby girl in her arms. "Keep her close, please Martha?" I pleaded.

"Of course deary," Martha smiled at me. "I ain't taking your babe 'way from you."

I nodded as I dried my hands and ran back over to where Kuno was washing supplies. I picked up a few things I knew I would need before turning to Aisha.

"There should be some blood packs in the side pockets. Get some, Pooch is going to need it," I told her.

"Uh," I heard Aisha started, "which type?"

"Pooch has type O-Positive blood," I stated as I walked over to my passed out friend.

Pooch's skin was two shades paler than I was used to and his body was limp on the steel table they had laid him on. I pulled one of the makeshift bandages from his right leg and looked at the bullet wound on his thigh. I could just barely see the bullet. It was lodged in the bone, though I was a little worried about how deep it was in. If the bullet was too far it might spill bone marrow in the blood stream which would cause an infection.

I looked up to see that Kayci had set up the blood pack. I motioned her over to me. She went without appearing to care, though I knew she was freaking out. She hummed waiting for me to speak.

"Take Jake and go to town. The four-wheeler is the best bet. I need you to get Devi. Tell him I have a marrow problem," I told her as I cleaned the area around the wound. "Oh!" I called to her as she reached the door. "Tell him to grab some larva."

"Will do," Kayci smiled. "Jake, come here boy," she teased while she patted her leg.

Jensen looked over at me and I just nodded. "I need you to go with her."

"Gees!" Jensen exclaimed as he put up his hands. "We arrive a little early and you kick us out!"

I laughed lightly as he followed Kayci out of the kitchen. I spotted Aisha working on patching up some of Clay's injuries. I placed a clean bandage on Pooch's thigh before turning around to find Carlos. Pooch would need more blood in him before we could work on him.

I spotted him leaning against another of the kitchen tables with Martha next to him. He was watching Shami, who was leaning out of Martha's arms towards me. I noticed that Carlos wasn't touching Martha or Shami, instead his arms were crossed against his chest.

I grabbed a towel from the counter and cleaned my hands of blood. I smiled at Kuno, who was drying the supplies he had washed, before walking over to Carlos, Shami, and Martha. When I reached them, Martha handed me my baby before walking over to the other side of the kitchen to make some sort of meal for us.

"Ella es hermosa," Carlos whispered to me.

I smiled. "She is very beautiful," I agreed.

"Like her momma," Carlos stated.

I felt myself blush but kept looking at our baby girl. I knew that Carlos and I would need to talk about what happened in Bolivia before too long, but I also knew we wouldn't talk about it at that moment. I focused on Shami instead. The little mocha skinned baby was wearing a light yellow dress that Kayci bought her. The dress had a white flower design on the skirt and a plain colored top. Her feet were bare and her light brown tuff of hair was pulled into a single ponytail on the top of her head.

Shami snuggled closer to my chest as I watched her. Her movements brought me out of my stupor and back to reality. Carlos had moved closer to us, his shoulder was right against mine now. I focused back on Shami to take my mind off of it. I had to let him see his daughter. It wouldn't have been right otherwise.

"Te amo, Jaimi,(I love you, Jaimi)" Carlos whispered. I shivered at his tone. "Yo siempre te amaré.(I will always love you)"

I smiled as I turned to look at him. It was then that I realized he wasn't wearing his hat. He had wisps of chocolate brown hair that had fallen from his ponytail sweeping into his face. His eyes were a dark, smoky brown and were staring at me with a look I hadn't seen since before we left for Bolivia. The way he was at that moment, pushed me back into a time when it was just us lying in bed after a long night together.

"I will always love you, Carlos," I answered him. I was almost certain that I reminded him of the same time.

Carlos smiled softly before hugging both me and Shami to him. I sighed as I took in a breath. I could smell the gunpowder from the fight, the iron of blood, along with other smells that proved the battle he had fought, and a musky smell that was always there no matter the time. I put my free arm around him in a way to pull myself closer to the familiar.

"Alright! What the fuck is going on?" Devi yelled as he slammed the doors open. "I get pulled outta bed and shoved on a thing only to be shoved back off when brought to this fucking place! Now I wanna know what the fuck is going on and why Carrot-top says you have a 'marrow problem'!"

I pulled away from Carlos with a sigh. If I had known how angry he would have been I wouldn't have let Kayci get him. I gently placed Shami in Carlos' hands and turned to face my friend.

Devi stood with his arms crossed over his lean chest just feet from the doorway where Jake and Kayci stood. Devi's short light brown hair was messy making it sweep to just above his brow. It was a look I had seen many times over the summers I had known him. The veterinarian was dressed in a tight black muscle shirt and baggy purple pajama pants. Both clothing articles were wrinkled giving facts to his story.

"Sorry, Dev, but I need your help. Did you grab your bag?" I asked him as I walked over to the sink.

"Yeah, Carrot-top said there was a marrow problem. I figured a horse, but she fucking shoved me in here," Devi answered with a shrug.

"I have a friend who was shot in both legs. The bullets are lodged in his bone, thus my marrow problem," I told him as I washed my hands.

I heard him walk over to the table where Pooch laid. Devi didn't wash his hands, so I knew he had put a pair of gloves on. I finished washing my hands and walked to his side.

"Carlos, Aisha, Clay, time to leave this room," Kayci stated. "Let's leave them to their job, huh?"

My teammates got up quietly and left. I thought they were all gone until I felt Carlos touch my back. I looked over my shoulder at him to see a picture that would be engraved in my mind. There my love stood with our little girl in his arms. It was a sight to behold.

"Te amo," Carlos whispered.

"Te amo," I replied.

With endearments spoken, Carlos leaned down and kissed me. It was simple and chaste, but I loved it all the same. It seemed like forever since I had felt his lips on mine.

"Get a room," Devi huffed.

"Get laid," I teased after breaking the kiss.

"I fuck bitches all day," Devi stated as he hooked one of the blood packs that were lying on the table in place of the now used one.

"Female dogs?" I gasped. "How could you?"

Devi huffed again. "I would reply but I do believe you are no longer the V-girl I remember."

I laughed lightly. "Got that right."

"Más tarde, mi amante,(Later, my lover)" Carlos told me as he kissed my cheek.

"Later then," I smiled. I felt slightly giddy at him calling me love. It was nice.

"So," Devi pulled me from watching Carlos and Shami leave, "let's get to work."

"You lead," I smiled.