What if.. What if they found my killroom. This is bad. I need to get out of here.
I get up slowly, taking off all the wires. I walk to the door and take a peek around the corners. No cop sitting outside my door. I sigh relieved. So there may still be time to get Mr. Thomson out of there. I look around for clothes. There unfortunately aren't any. I hear a noise in the hall so I quickly go back to the bed and sit on the edge. A nurse walks in.
"Goodmorning, mister Moser." She says
I look up a little shocked. I've been living under an alias for quite some time now.
"Excuse me? Moser?"
"Yes, we couldn't find any identification but one of our doctors recognized you." She replies
And just as she says that the doctor walks in.
"Hello, lil brother. Feeling better?"
I look shocked at Brian, my brother. Just as I wanna say something I wake up.
It was only a dream. I blink a few times and wipe the sweat off of my forehead.
Just as I wanna look around my I hear another voice I recognize.
"Rise and shine." says the voice.
If there was ever a moment to panic, now would be it. I turn my head to look at none other than Angel Batista. He is just sitting there, smiling.
A little nervous I ask: "What are you doing here?"
"I got called in. There were some people who recognized you from the news. I was ,of course, surprised to say the least. We all thought you were dead. Why did you leave like that, amigo?"
"I uhm.." I hesitate before answering. "With everything that has been going on, I just needed an escape. When I killed Saxon, and Deb died, I just needed a new start. You understand that?"
He frown concerned and nods.
"Of course I do. But there were other ways to do that, Dex."
I smile a little embarrassed. Well, I act embarrassed. "Yeah well, I clearly wasn't thinking straight."
"Is Harrison okay?" He asks as he sits a little closer.
I don't even have to act like that hurt me. It does. I miss Harrison every day. Every day I ask myself if I made the right choice. "I.. I send him off.. With Hannah."
I nod. "Yes. They're probably somewhere in Argentina."
Angel shakes his head.
"Why did you do that, Dexter?"
The same strange smile comes on my face, but it's no longer an act. "I had this idea that I hurt everyone around me. So I needed him as far away from me as I could."
I'm not sure why I am being so truthful toward Angel. Maybe it is because I no longer have somebody to talk to about my every day problems. I guess being alone has its downsides.
"Jesus, Dexter." Angel rubs his head, because it's clearly a lot to take in. "How are you feeling?"
"You mean apart from the fact I had a heart attack? I'm great."
Angel gets up and starts walking around. "What I don't get is why you didn't leave Miami. You could have gone everywhere. Why did you stay?"
"Because I wanted to have one thing that was real. I have lived in Miami all my life. I couldn't face leaving it behind too.
He nods slowly and looks at his watch. "Dex, I have to go to the station. Get better soon. And, just one more thing. If you want to come back, you know we are always willing to take you back. You're family. We obviously have a new blood guy, but he is not nearly as good as you." He says with a smile.
I smile back. "Thanks, Angel."
"I'll be back later, hermanos."
I smile again and wave. When he walks out I let my head fall down on the pillow. The fact he offered me my old job means they have not found the body. I'm safe, for now.
To be continued..