As thunder rang from the room i ran to see the commotion. There he was dying, swelling from the ribs with death in his eyes. Pedro. Pulled i did, stretched him out onto the wet floor. I never thought i would be staring into the eyes of death again. My fist against his chest pounded like an iron smith on his anvil. Pedro. A mans life in my hands my fingers downs his throat. His name is Pedro and he's alive.