She tries to say something but she starts coughing…and then she springs up and throws up in the pool. I rub her back and hold her crazy hair off her face….

 She lost balance and was about to fall in the pool but I grabbed her just in time. I make her stand up and almost drag her to my car. I am sure she’s not that heavy but I couldn’t carry her ’cause she’s freaking tall. It seems like she has gotten even taller. 

 I sit her in the passenger seat and start driving the car toward Juan’s motel. She looks at me while I was driving and then she falls asleep. I knew the receptionist, she got weirded out seeing me at night time, but seeing Shane passed out in my car, she doesn’t question much. She gets us the best suit. I drag Shane to the room with help of the receptionist. I ask the receptionist to get me some stuff and tell her to get some of Juan’s clothes from my house. I lie Shane down in the bed. 

 My ordered stuff arrives quickly enough. I notice that the receptionist looking at Shane intently. Although I got a little jealous, I can’t blame her anyways. Shane still looks angelic and kinda like a bad ass with her blood and water soaked clothes and unkempt hair. 

 Carmen:"I think we are done here! Thanks for your help!" I smile at her and imply that its probably time for her to leave. 

 She finally leaves. I strip Shane and clean up her opened up cuts in her back and put her into Juan’s fresh clothes. She suddenly opens her eyes and smiles at me! 

 Shane:"You are here!"

 Carmen:"Yes Shane! I am here! and I won’t leave you! ever! now you need some rest"

 She smiles weakly at me….and tries to tell me something again, but then stops…I remember she tried to say something in the pool…

 Carmen:"What is it Shane? do you wanna tell me something?"

 Shane looks at me surprised….and then 

 Shane:"my card is in my pant pocket for the hotel room"

 Carmen: "Shane you don’t need to worry about the hotel fare now! just relax I will take care of everything….we don’t need to pay…this is Juan’s motel…we don’t need to pay"

 She seems to quiet down a little and falls back to sleep. I look for her purse in her pant pocket anyways…all the cash is probably soaked by now. I take out her purse, and there is only a couple of 5 dollar bills, a bank of america credit card and her driver’s license. I take out her license to see her picture. Then my eyes drift off to where her name and date of birth was written. The date of birth caught my eyes. Its tomorrow! Tomorrow is Shane’s 18th birthday! how could she not tell me? does she even know it herself? Her nonchalance is weird sometimes!  

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