"I don´t have nowhere to go", that's what you had said and that's what Julia wanted to believe, when you arrived injured through her balcony, staggering until you were sitting on the floor, even with a wound in your abdomen, she smiled at you, with an enormous relief to see you. Now she had you on her sofa, full of bandages, while she kept throwing clothes and pants full of blood, now she just sat on the sofa lowering her gaze to you resting quietly, It would be lying if she didn't say that she was glad to see you, that somehow she felt a relief to be able to treat you and not leave your life at someone else's stake, but all those years of not seeing you weighed, and she couldn't tell if they weighed more than her joy.

—"How are you feeling?"

She asks and it is inevitable for her to caress your leg where you now had a bandage, in a light and gentle way without causing you pain, her eyes never leave you, studying you.

—"There's a hospital a few blocks from here, you could have got there first, coming all the way here you could have bled to death"

It's her judgment, but she perfectly knows the answer to that, she just wants to listen to you, it's a strange way, she wants to listen to you.