This had been the exact reason Hernando had tried not to drink too much during the night. Things were always too good to be true around here. And though his night with Lyla had been as sweet as he imagined, the last thing he had wanted was to have to wrap his arms around her and practically carry her out of there the moment the lights had dimmed. He hadn't even waited to hear what was being said, too focused on making sure she was safe before anything else. But as much as Lyla would have wanted them to leave once they were reunited with Ian, he could only think of one thing as he started to hear gun shots and saw people screaming and running. He kissed Lyla quickly before he ran right inside, his heart racing as he thought about all of the possibilities. He put his arm over his face as he started to cough, his eyes stinging a bit. "Penny! Penny can you hear me! Penny, where are you?!" The fear of losing her felt all too familiar and he was brought back to sitting by her side as she went through chemo, sitting in hospital waiting rooms with Mikki as doctors went in and out. The fear of losing her had been with him so long it felt second nature and it tore him up inside as he kept looking around, bumping into people along the way.
"Penny! Mikki! Por favor, call out! Call out!" He could feel himself getting frantic, his chest tightening as his mind ran wild with possibilities. "You can find them, you can find them," he told himself, finally managing to reach the other side of the ballroom when he spotted her in a corner after she called out for him. Oh my god, Penny, are you okay, are you hurt?" He reached out and took her face in his hands, doing his best to look her over with their limited vision. "Are you okay?" He wrapped his arms around her tightly, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes as he held her close and kissed the top of her head. "We have to find Mikki, don't let go of my hand okay? No te sueltes." @penelopebeaumont
