I was awakened with the smell of smoke. I coughed continuously as I begin to inhale more of the suffocating air. I sat up and see smoke coming in from atop the stairs. I turned around and see Ciro lying unconscious by the worn-out furniture on the other side of the room. His foot is also chained well to a wooden foundation of the house.
"Ciro!" I couldn't help myself but shout his name. "Ciro! Wake up!"
I look at him then up the stairs, terrified that someone would hear my calls.
"Ciro!" I continued to try to wake him up but he's down cold. So I picked up little rocks on the cemented ground and threw them at him. One rock hit his wounded shoulder and he sits up cursing while holding his arm.
He wasn't able to recognize me immediately but when he came back to his senses, he started
