Lost: Casa Perdida [Completed]

Flying Home

Kirt Heinrich

Two months later

"Perfect. Can you move your arm?" the nurse asked.

"Yeah."

"How about your leg and stretching your back?"

"It's fine."

"Perfect, Kirt. You're all set," the lady said. "Your blood levels are fine. And you've been recovering well!" 

I nodded. She smiled and then walked to the window to open the blinds.

The sunlight first blinded me but then my eyes got used to it. The skyline of Brasilia was present before my eyes. 

When I had woken up three weeks ago, I learned what had happened after I had fainted when I saw those soldiers. I had learned about how Headmistress Longhorn had died in "an accident." And the internal conflict in eastern Bolivia

The Bolivian soldiers and armed Police had taken care of me and ensured that I had a blood transfusion and necessary surgeries. When that makeshift base had been attacked, one brave soldier took me in a vehicle and drove until the Brazilian border where he had handed me over to the Brazilian Border Police, informing them that we were US citizens and that he couldn't take us to Bolivia's cities because of the chaos. The Brazilians then phoned the US Embassy after we had been airlifted to Brasilia, and our identities had been verified there by the embassy. His condition had improved over time since he had gained consciousness. They had managed to fix him up: no permanent damage was done. 

After I had gained consciousness, some men from the embassy had talked with me and asked me to tell what had happened. I had told them everything since we had arrived in Bolivia.

The door opened and Rickard Carlson, the ambassador of the US to Brazil came in. 

"How you're doing, buddy?" he asked as he sat by my side. He waved his bodyguards away.

"I'm fine, Rick."

"So are you happy? I guess this is your last day in Brasilia today." He chuckled. "You'll be flying to New York tonight and then you'll be flying to Wyoming. All your friends back at Wolfgang are eager to see you."

I nodded.

"Rick?"

"Yeah?"

"I just wanna thank you, man. Thank you for all that you've done."

"Don't bother, Kirt. Hey. I'm the Ambassador here and since you are a US citizen, it is my duty to ensure that you're taken care of."

After lunch, the staff made me sign some documents and then proceeded to dress me up. I bid goodbye to all of the people there: Vinícius Bezerra Cabral, the doctor, and, Raquel Rocha de Lima, Jéssica Velho Rosário, and, Leila Melo do Amaral - the nurses. We even took a selfie.

On my way to the car, I saw Hernanda. She looked pretty. We hugged each other.

"I am glad everything is over."

"Me too. I'm glad I can see you, Kirt. I am so happy about that."

I held her in my embrace for a while.

"Ahem. We've got to go now," the ambassador said. 

We let go of each other and entered the limousine parked outside the hotel's front yard. 

Brasilia was a pretty city. I loved the scenes of those beautiful buildings. The driver went over a bridge and took a left in three roundabouts and finally, we had reached the Embassy of the United States.

There we spent the rest of the evening having dinner with Pablo Cuarto, the Bolivian officer who had rescued us. After a few pictures, we all bade goodbye.

We were escorted to the airport and there we boarded a plane emblazoned with the words ' the United States of America.' It wasn't Air Force One, though I wished it were; it was a diplomatic plane. 

As the plane took off with Hernanda by my side, I bade goodbye to South America and was grateful that I had made it out alive. 

We were flying home. At last.