After chaos in the club, Miranda and David stayed there, surrounded by the intense presence of the police that filled the place while carrying Brown's body.
Miranda approached David, feeling a mixture of nervousness and curiosity.
"Hello, I'm Miranda." And you are ... "He said with a slight smile, trying to break the ice in the midst of tension.
"Hello, yes." I already noticed, you are Miranda, "David replied, his voice would be. I am David Jones, Oscar's representative.
"Many taste," she said, although her smile faded quickly. Don't you feel bad about all this?
David looked down, as if the words weigh on him.
"I really never thought I would kill a man," he confessed in a low voice. But I did it to defend my friend Oscar.
Miranda felt a knot in her stomach when she heard that.
"You don't have to feel bad," she said firmly. Brown was not a subject ... pleasant. Besides ... if you did not intervene ... he could have killed Oscar. Thanks to you we are fine.
"Don't thank me," David replied, with a gesture of modesty. I just did what I had to do.
Miranda stared at him, worried about Oscar's future.
"For the way, what will happen to Oscar now?" He asked, his voice full of interest and anxiety.
David took a few steps forward, looking towards the exit as if he were already planning his next movement.
"I don't know ... but I won't leave it alone." I will find out how to get it out of this, "he said with determination before moving away from the club.
Miranda was there, observing how he vanished between the multitude of police and curious. His mind revolved around everything that happened and the implications of what had happened that night.
Finally, two days later, David learned that Oscar had been transferred to a hospital. Without hesitation, he decided to go see him. Upon arriving at the hospital, he asked the nurse for Oscar.
"It's in room 203," she said. It can only be a few minutes.
David breathed deep and headed towards the room. Upon entering, he found Oscar on a stretcher, recovering, with a tired but relieved countenance at the same time.
—Scar, how are you? Asked David with concern.
"David, I'm fine." I feel much better, "Oscar replied, smiling weakly.
David observed it seriously.
"Look how you finished ... you received two bullets." And all for a woman. Has he visited you at least? He asked.
Oscar looked at the ground, his expression becoming bleak.
"No," he said sighing. Surely he doesn't know what happened to me ... Don't worry about that. At least I can be quieter knowing that I did the right thing.
"Yes, but at what price ...?" David replied, feeling the weight of words.
Oscar recalled that fateful day and nodded.
"It's true," he said nostalgia. That day we had the trip. Disculp me, David ... but I couldn't leave and leave her in that place.
David approached the bed a little more, trying to transmit support.
-Don't worry about that. That happened, "he said firmly. Now we have to see how we get you out of this new mess.
Oscar laughed slightly, although his laughter sounded out.
"Thank you for help ... By the way, how did you arrive on time that day?"
David reloaded against the wall and smiled complicity.
"Actually I planned to go looking for you." You told me where you were going to be. I thought about looking for you because it was already late and you didn't appear ... but knowing that it was you and that you were in trouble ... Well, just in case I took that gun beauty, "David said with irony as he caressed the place where he would normally carry his gun.
Oscar stared at him for a moment before speaking again.
"Sometimes I wonder if I did the right thing ... not only for me, but also for her ... what if all this ends badly?"
David noticed the restlessness in his eyes and gave him a palmadita on his shoulder.
"The important thing is that you are here now and we will find a way out together." You are not alone in this.
"They told me that they would have a week here." And once I recover, they will move me to the prison of the city, "Oscar replied with a resigned tone.
David frowned, feeling how a wave of concern invaded him.
"I see ..." David said, trying to keep calm. Listen, I will try to get you out of there as soon as possible. Right now it is impossible, but maybe you have to be one or two months there. We'll see how things are going.
Oscar nodded, although his gaze reflected a mixture of acceptance and fear.
"One or two months?" He said, trying to sound strong. I can endure it ... although it will not be easy.
David watched his friend, noticing the dark circles under his eyes and the paleness of his skin. It was evident that this time in prison would weigh over him beyond physical confinement.
Finally, the nurse entered the room with a kind but firm expression.
"The visiting time ended," he announced, looking at David with empathy.
"It's fine," David replied with a resigned sigh. See you, Oscar. Stay strong, okay?
Oscar smiled weakly, but there was a shine in his eyes that said he kept fighting.
A month later.
Oscar had already been transferred to prison. It seemed an unpleasant place, a gray and cold labyrinth where light barely entered. But I had to endure it. Every day the same monotonous cycle was repeated: waking up early, going out to the patio under the vigilant look of the guards, eating unsuccessful food, showering quickly, and finally returning to your cell.
In all this time, his mind did not stop returning to Miranda. The image of her smile was her refuge in the midst of chaos, and every day she prayed to God with fervor, maintaining the faith that one day she would come to visit him.
One afternoon, while sitting in his cell without much to do, reflecting on his life and the decisions that had taken him there, a guard approached with a game of keys in hand.
"Come on, salt," said the guard with an abrupt tone. You have visits.
Oscar felt confused. He wondered who could be and, after doubting a moment, he left the cell, the husband and followed the guard for the cold and desolate halls.
"Here it is," the guard said pointing to a small room.
Upon entering, the bustle of other inmates talking with their visits filled the air. Oscar advanced slowly until his eyes met Miranda's. She was sitting waiting for him on the other side.
I couldn't believe it; A mixture of joy and surprise flooded it. His heart was beating hard as he kept his eyes fixed on her, unable to pronounce any word. He approached slowly and sat in front of her, feeling how all the sadness accumulated during that month began to fade before her presence.
"Hello," Miranda said with a smile that illuminated his face. I'm sorry ... I wanted to visit you before, but I couldn't.
-Don't worry. There are more important things, "Oscar replied, feeling how his heart was beating hard to see her. I understand; The important thing is that you are here.
-How have you been? Maybe it's a very ... stupid question, "said Miranda, a slight blush staining his cheeks.
"No ... it is not," Oscar replied, trying to hide his nervousness. Even ... thanks for asking. I'm fine. Maybe not so well, but I'm. And you, how have you been?
"How good to hear that, Oscar." I've been better. Thanks for helping me; Without you ... I would remain trapped with Brown.
"It was nothing," he said modesty, although inside he felt a pride for protected.
"By my blame you were injured ... and even in jail." You should have gone on the bus. "His voice was loaded with guilt.
"No, if I had gone, I would feel worse," he looked at Miranda in the eye, trying to convey his truth. I couldn't live knowing that I left you behind.
"I thank you ... Oscar Cooper." Thank you, "she said, her gaze full of gratitude and something deeper. I talked to your representative, David. He told me that he will soon get you out of here. Doesn't it give you joy?
"Of course," Oscar replied with a forced smile, although his heart was full of uncertainty.
At that moment, there was something else that I wanted to tell him; A torrent of emotions invaded him and was about to confess what he felt for her. But the doubt sneaked into her mind: what if she doesn't feel the same? He decided to shut up and resign himself to what could not be.
Finally, the guard approached and gave an abrupt pat on Oscar's shoulder.
"The time ended." Up, "he said authoritarianly.
Oscar got up slowly and followed the guard towards the cell, feeling how every step away from Miranda.
She was a bit empty to see how she moved away; It was so little time they had together and he had not yet been able to tell him what he really felt for him.
"I hope you get out soon, Oscar," Miranda said in a low voice before retiring from the place, leaving behind a feeling of hope mixed with melancholy.