Dulcina Calvo’s small hands immediately tried to unbutton Esteban Zaragosa’s shirt to check for bullet wounds in his chest and shoulder, but Esteban Zaragosa snapped his hands restlessly.
“Did Claudio Belles just tell you?”
Dulcina Calvo’s eyes flushed slightly, her watery eyes rested absently on the lump in her throat, and she nodded her small head vigorously, “I’m sorry, Esteban Zaragosa.”
He had actually shot Esteban Zaragosa twice, once in the left breast and once in the right shoulder, and if Esteban Zaragosa hadn’t been so lucky, I’m afraid I would never have seen him again.
The left breast, so close to the heart, how could he do it?
One of the man’s large hands, one squeezing her small hand, the other stroking her small head, lowering his handsome face and resting his forehead gently against hers, said in a mute soothing voice, “It’s not your fault Orlondo Marta controlled you at the time, you can’t be blamed.”
Dulcina Calvo sniffled and said, “But who controlled me at the time, I shot you, that’s a fact. Esteban Zaragosa… why didn’t you even tell me about me?”
“I’ll tell you something, I’ll tell you and you’ll get sad and cry, but I don’t want you to cry anymore, not even for me.”
Dulcina Calvo clenched her little hands and wiped her tears hard, “Then I won’t cry then.”
The way the little girl bit her lip and struggled to stop her tears made Esteban Zaragosa’s heart tingle slightly.
Esteban Zaragosa reached out and wrapped Dulcina Calvo tightly in his arms. “Come on, don’t cry, that’s it. Those two shots you received were merciful, they didn’t hit the heart and they didn’t cripple me.”
Dulcina Calvo cried and laughed: “And if I had been crippled, how could I have been such an asshole?”.
Dulcina Calvo can’t imagine what it would have been like, how could she have done that when she liked Esteban Zaragosa so much.
Esteban Zaragosa said half jokingly, “If I had been crippled, I would be a one-armed warrior now and I could only hold you with one arm.”
Dulcina Calvo was amused, but remained intent on seeing his bullet wound and spoke in a soft voice: “Let’s see, I’m worried”.
Esteban Zaragosa could not resist such a request.
Dulcina Calvo reached out to unbutton his shirt and saw that, indeed, his slender, shapely chest was covered with several bullet wounds, but the most striking was the new one on the left side of his chest, which, because of the short time that had passed, was much lighter than the surrounding skin tone, with a faint pinkish hue that had not yet aged.
The girl’s small hand gently touched the faintly protruding scar and her nose clicked.
She was a doctor, she knew the exact location of the five internal organs of the human body, and here, extraordinarily close to the heart, it would have taken only a slight miss to hit Esteban Zaragosa right in the middle of the heart.
“I must be the first girlfriend who has ever hurt her boyfriend with a gun, and I am so unqualified as a girlfriend. If you are angry in your heart, you can punish me all you want, sorry, I really don’t remember the incident.”
Esteban Zaragosa wrapped his arms around the girl’s slender waist and pulled her into his arms, his dark eyes lowered to look deeply at her. “If you really want to apologize and make it up to me, get well and we’ll try to have another child.”
Dulcina Calvo looked up at him with tears in her eyes, momentarily starry-eyed.
Esteban Zaragosa was always so attentive, always so considerate of her, and she swore to herself that she would never be angry with him again.
She would be a good bride to him and in the future a good wife and mother to his children.