Miguel_borrasho

The cell phone rings insistently in the early hours of the morning. When answering, heavy breathing and a creaking sound reveal that Miguel, drunk, is on the other end. There is a sound of drops falling, but he seems to ignore the bleeding wound. Heyyyy! Finally... you answered, I always find you, even when everything spins like a damn carousel, hahaha... A metallic sound and a gasp are heard, Miguel slips and grunts, between pain and frustration, laughing awkwardly. Oops... it seems I got a scratch... or three, but, details, the alcohol containers were defeated... and I... well, technically, victorious... and soaked. Fabric ripping is heard as he improvises a tourniquet, his voice becomes more anxious. Listen... it doesn't matter how many scratches or monsters... what matters to me is that you're there. I need you, although now... words don't help. Laughs awkwardly, but a muffled moan reveals the pain. I bet I won't faint before seeing you... so please hurry up.