You will hide

And I will come seek

Let's play this game

Until we meet.

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You can run, but you can't hide perra. Where will you go in this hospital where I can't see you. I have eyes and ears everywhere here. Now be a good little girl and get to work.

That person is here. Most likely the man Antoinette was with. I can't even confide in anyone too. No one knows what I'm going through. I have to keep strong despite feeling weak on the inside and help the kids out.

With a newfound determination, I walked into the staff room, making sure to read the kids charts who had arrived here last night. No one can harm me in a public hospital, where staff members are around every inch of the area.

I stopped just before entering the room, leaving all my worries at the door. Talking a deep breath I entered the room, seeing the children awake and up in their beds playing with their toys or reading a book. I couldn't help but smile before attending to them.

"Buenos dias. Como estas" I exclaimed excitedly at the kids. They all replied with 'bien' or a thumbs up. I checked up on each of the children separately asking if they need anything or feel any pain. Thankfully they didn't need any pain relievers.

Making my way out of the room, I nodded at the head doctor, who was chatting with another another doctor, informing her that i'm going to get the children's breakfast.

Reaching the hospital cafeteria, I put the childrens breakfast on a trolley, which was premade by the hospitals own health chefs. I thanked them in spanish before taking the elevator to the kids.

I still couldn't get my head around the atmosphere of this hospital. If it wasn't so pristine and white I would have taken this hospital for some type of hotel. Mashallah. It was very modern and rich. Whoever that rich person was that funded this hospital, may they live in happiness. To know wealthy people are helping hospitals is a great thing because it shows that not all wealthy people are stuck up and that they really do care about others.

No more than two minutes later I was giving out the breakfast to the kids, who took it gratefully. I gave them a smile before informing some of them about their discharge from the hospital and any general health care products they will need.

One child in particular seemed much more scared than the rest. She was a seven year old girl who had been called to the hospital for breaking her arm whilst playing on the trampoline. Her big, wide brown eyes looked around the hospital room In fear and hesitance. Her mouth was pulled down into a frown, which she hid behind her big My Little Pony teddy.

The hospital required her to stay in the child wards for two days before discharge, just so that her arm would be well taken care of. The remaining children In the ward were above the age of nine and didn't seem so frightened.

Once dealing with a childs' issue, I walked over to the frightened little girl. She looked up at me with those puppy eyes, and I think I found myself internally awing and imagening kissing her cubby cheeks . Briefly glancing at her health chart, I bent down to Jimena's height.

She inched away from me, grabbing onto her My Little Pony tightly. I wish in this time I was able to speak Spanish fluently, as communicating with the children here could be hard. Despite this, surprisingly the children here could speak English very well. It was just sometimes when there would be a specific word which they didn't know of.

Smiling at the little girl, I held out my hand.

"Hola. Como estas Jimena?"Getting rejected by a kid was embarrassing. Thank God no one was around me. She continued glancing at my held out hand and then my face. She repeated this acton five times, before hesitantly holding out her hand. I gripped her small hand into a light shake, before smiling much more.

God do I love kids. She's just so cute. Mashallah.

"Estoy bien" her sweet voice replied with a lisp. I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle when she pronounced the 'S' as a 'th'.

I wondered how I would communicate to this sweet child having not knowing if she can speak English fluently, or at all.

"You can't speak spanish can you" she said in a lisp. I shook my head no sheepishly, staring at her in bewilderment. What a smart girl.

"Its okay, I can't speak English a lot too" she whispered as if telling me the most secretive thing ever. I nodded my head exthusiastically, holding out my pinky.

"Our secret" I giggled alongside her. Soon her small pinky interlaced with mine, and they was the day I became very good friends with a young girl.

"My papa said don't tell your secrets to strangers, but you're no stranger. I like you" I couldn't help but aww at her words, making my heart burst in gratitude. She's such a sweet child.

"Jimena. You're such a cutie pie" I exclaimed at her. Her reaction was not what I was expecting.

"Pie here? Can I have some" her innocence caught me off guard and I couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh. Boy did I need that with all the stress from this past week, especially this morning.

I shook my head no, feeling slightly guilty for doing so. Her innocent eyes pierced into mine. Pouting, she looked down at her teddy, having some sort of verbal communication with it, before looking back up at me.

"It's okay. Besides, Lu doesn't like pie she said so I'll pass" my assumptions were proven correct.

"Okay Jemina, but if you want, I can give you some delicious strawberries?" I instead offer her a healthier option. She looked at her toy for confirmation, before looking up at me, nodding eagerly. I couldn't help but let out a laugh once again at her adorable-ness.

"Okay Jimena have your breakfast then sweetie"

Humming to myself, I went back to the hospitals kitchen and got her some Strawberries. What if the other kids also want Strawberries? I decided I would take more strawberries for the other kids too. I entered their ward and started to give the strawberries out. They all let out a chorus of 'gracias' and 'thank yous'.

Jimena was the last person I gave the strawberries to as her bed was situated at the back of the room. Before I could turn away, she held the sleeve of my white coat in her small chubby fingers. I looked down at her, wondering if she needed anything. Instead, she threw her small arms around my waist hugging me.

My heart fluttered at her cute gesture. I bent down to her level, pinching her chubby cheeks gently.

"Can you be my mama?" She voiced in her innocent voice. I looked at her, shocked by her question. I can barely look after myself, never mind a cute little girl. What on earth does she see in me?

"My madre left me as a baby. Now it's just my papa. I like you mucho so won't you be my madre" she exclaimed, looking down her her worn out teddy.

" I don't think it works like that dear" I said, slowly and gently. She pouted, tears quickly drawing in her eyes. I immediately side tracked my next words making sure what I say doesn't hurt her.

"Okay Jimena. Don't cry baby. You're a big girl right?" she nodded.

"Good girl. I'll be like your best friend instead. Does that sound good?" I instead bargained, hoping the tearworks wouldn't start again. She hesitated for a good couple of minutes, before grinning widely.

"Okay. Well be best friend and then you can be my mama. Okay?" She said excitedly, looking up at me hopefully. I nodded, not wanting to ruin her mood. I smiled at her once more, before making sure the other children were feeling comfortable.

It was my lunch time now, so instead of me being with the kids right now, another doctor took over until I came back.

I didn't feel like eating much, so I opted for a cheese sandwich and water. I met Marissa In the staff room, who was already halfway through her lunch.

"Hey girl. How you doing. I hope the kids didn't give you much trouble" I laughed, sitting down next to her. She looked at me, giving me a sour look. Not too long later, she jumped up, as if electrocuted.

"Let's not talk about the kids. I've got something else to tell you" there was a glint in her eyes, which was gleaming at me excitedly. I nodded, encouraging her to continue, whilst having a bite of my sandwich.

"I think this has been the best Monday ever. I was at the reception this morning looking for Antoinette because she was the one who could inform me about the details of my patients. Let me tell you girl, I saw the most beautiful specimen in all of Spain. There was this man speaking with Antoinette" she said. Immediately the food in my mouth was refusing to go down, despite me trying very hard. My small appetite from beforehand had now become non existent upon hearing about that demon.

Oh honey. He's not that you think he is. He's dangerous. I wanted to say to Marissa, But instead opted to be nice and not ruin her hopes and what ifs.

"Dios mio. God created him with perfection. But too bad he was a idiota arrogante. He didn't even look at me, when I tried conversing with him. He looked me up and down before turning away. Like can you not see, soy hermosa..." she began and wouldn't stop. It was like she was in her own world.

I decided to keep quiet, waiting for her to lower her voice. The other doctors around us were looking at us weirdly. By us, I mean Marissa who was not aware of their staring and mental judging.

"Marissa I think that's enough. Stop working yourself up for a man who didn't even give you the time of day" I reasoned, but internally I was secretly trying to make her quieten down, as being stared at wasn't something I enjoyed.

She soon stopped her verbal diarrhoea, looking sheepish at the people staring at her. She mumbled a sorry, turning around to me.

"You're right Laila. You know guys who think they're all that, are just jerks. I mean looking back at it now, he wasn't that hot at all. I've seen better in magazines" she scoffed, shrugging and pulling a 'what was I thinking face'. But in reality, I'm pretty sure she was bummed she got rejected. And I'm happy that she did. That guy is very dangerous. And a stalker. It's bad enough Antoinette knows someone like him. Or maybe she's unaware of his dangerous affiliates. Hmm.

Putting the un-eaten sandwich away, I got up, patting Marissas' shoulder. Lunch was going to end soon.

"Im glad you've come to that realisation Marissa. Now of you don't mind, I've got a shift to get to. I'll see you later girl " she nodded at me waving a good bye. Her shift was going to start soon too, but she didn't care if she was a few minutes late attending to the kids. But I was. Always had been a punctual freak.

Walking down the surprisingly secluded hallway towards where the children were, I was pulled harshly by the arm into a dark room. My mouth was covered by a hand, almost covering the majority of my face.

I attempted at fighting and screaming, flaying my body away from the person. I tried to make a futile attempt at hurting the stranger which was useless as I ended up hurting myself. Not to think I could feel a chest against my back. Astaghfirullah. This is so bloody wrong, especially in the dark. What if someone walked in on us and spread false rumours about me.

I continued with my hopeless fight. Without realising, the hand which was around my waist holding me in place, caught my flaring arms in a tight grasp, making my screams turn into whimpers. The persons strong grip would surely leave bruises on my fragile skin.

"Shhh chica. I won't harm you. Yet" a hoarse voice cooed in my scarf covered ear. The spanish accent oozing heavily from word to word. I immediately quitened down, trying not to make noise in the hope that the person would let me go.

"I believe I told you to get to work, not have idle chat with random people. You see what happens to people who don't listen to me? Bernando Hilez" just that name brought back horrible memories which I had desperately been trying to forget.

My pain was long forgotten but rather my brain conjured up images of me facing the same fate as the officer. My families terrified and heartbroken reaction when they find out im no longer alive. Allah never let that day come.

Once the person was satisfied with the amount of fear they instilled in me, they removed their hand from my mouth, but not my arms. Turning me around forcefully, I was harshly met with a chest, my face banging straight into it. I couldn't see In the dark at all which made this whole interaction even worse.

I had an opportunity to speak so I tried to reason with the sick psycho.

"L-look I d-dont know what you w-want from me, or who y-you are b-but I'm innocent. Please let me g-go. Why are y-you following me?" I tried to reason and at the same time get some answers. Instead of words my ears were assaulted with a sadistic chuckle. The persons hand rushed to my tear stained face, wiping them away ever so gently, I was confused if this was the same person.

"I should kill you, for running your tongue to the Policia. But someone else paid that time. Disappoint me and your family pays. Make me happy, and maybe then I'd let you go" just thinking of my family being harmed increased my struggle against his hold, not being able to imagine if something happened to them.

"Look. I'm sure we c-can come to some sort of a-agreement. Why don't you leave me alone. Huh? Going to the police was a mistake. I'm sorry but please stop f-following me"

At this the man's voice immediately toned down, almost into a growl.

"Not until I'm sure you'd keep that boca shut. I've got many other ways of doing that for you if you don't accept willingly" his hand snaked it's way around my throat. Lightly applying pressure.

"Do I make myself clear putta" his grip tightened, blocking my air passage. It was bad enough my hands were still in his tight hold, but worse when I couldn't do anything whilst he was blocking my air passage.

In my futile attempt of breathing and nodding at the same time, he let me go, making me gasp for air. He'd pushed me away from him as if I'd burned him.

Never will I take breathing for granted. Whilst in the midst of my coughing fit, I didn't realise when the man left the room. He was definitely the man I saw with Antoinette. The same dark blue suit.

I couldn't care less if he left the room or if someone saw him exit. I just wish it was my life he left so I could once again feel the peace and calmness. Sorting out the scarf on my head and adjusting it around the neck so it wasn't too tight I tried to calm down. I was being followed at the bus stop, supermarket and now work.

Allah. How much longer would I have to bare this. Coming to Spain seemed like a very bad idea now. I should've listened to my parents when they didn't agree on letting me come here. But instead, due to my own stupidity, I prayed to gain their permission. How stupid I was to do so.

If only I could go back in time and change mine and Lameesa decisions of that night. It would've been a whole other path. One without stalking, fear, and certainly not a sick psycho man.

If only.

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