Jensen had to make some noise as he looked preoccupied, because Dyel suddenly looked up and saw that it was observed an expression of something like fear in his eyes. He covered the hood quickly and without saying anything took the truck and walked along the road surrounding the house. Jensen 
stood there, looking for a while the place where he had gone Dyel, unable to react, and again and again wondering why someone so handsome hiding from the view of the world. Finally, he shook his head as if trying to remove andl thought, sighing and re-entered the hall and headed for the stairs. The room was simple but was clean and spacious with a good bed, a bathroom with shower and bathtub and a closet to store clothing. There were also a couple of chairs and a table on one side of the room. To see the bed, Jensen felt as if all the fatigue that had accumulated over again is heavier than lead, and suddenly fell on his shoulders.
His brain seemed disconnected from everything that had happened during the Diaye only thing recorded was the bed que in front of him, so Jensen finally gave up and after removing clothes dropped on the bed and fell asleep almost instantly.
- Eh, eh, calm Jensen. - Chris Jensen was holding her by the shoulders preventing him out of bed. - Jen, come on, be quiet, you better not move until you see the doctor. - Chris said as he pressed the call button for the nurses.
Steve and he had arrived at the hospital at eight o'clock, the hour at which the shift began Steve- Last night. - Jensen ran a hand over his face. - I ... - suddenly turned into bed with a quick and leaned forward putting his head on one side, and began to vomit on the floor. - Jesus, Jen! - Chris Ely approached grabbed her by the shoulders, gently rubbing her back not knowing what else to do. Then a nurse came in when he saw the picture habitacióny ran into the BATHING took a punt that gave Jensen. Half an hour later, Chris was turningthat everything had been exhausted. More. So stay was limited to lying in bed staring at the ceiling and the images of that dream spinning in your mind over and over again.
- What did you say? - Chris asked looking at him strangely.
- Huh? I did not say anything. - Jensen said, frowning.
- Yes, you said something. You were there staring at the ceiling and you said something, "diel" or something. - Dyel?
- Yes What's that? - Chris rose from his chair by the bed and sat on the edge of the bed, laying a hand on Jensen's knee. - What is it Jensen? - Yes, you said something. You were there staring at the ceiling and you said something, "diel" or something. - Dyel?
- No ... I do not know ... it's nothing. Chris Jensen looked at with some suspicion. - Jen, come on, do not give me those, I know something is going on in that head of yours. What is Dyel? - Chris Not ... really, nothing. Just ... a dream.
- A dream?
- Yes, only that it was very real, almost as if he had really lived, and I can not get that nameDo not know what happens to me Chris, it is as if he needed to go back.
- Back? Where Jen? - Chris asked him with great concern. Jensen knew what was wrong from Frank, but did not think it was bad. Then
Jensen grabbed his shirt and shaking vigorously increasingly looked into her eyes. - To dream Chris. I have to go back to sleep. Jensen
kept repeating that endlessly, over and over again, as she clung to Chris desesperacióny almost tears rolling down their musselsplants and seeds. That word repeated endlessly, and wanted to go, I had to return. Finally
Chris called the nurses to give him a sedative, and when you finally took effect, Jensen fell asleep, curled up between the sheets, made a ball.
Jensen The next time he opened his eyes, was when the rays of sunlight streamed in through the sale of the room fell on her face. The light made him frown, and grunted in bed he turned his back to the window.
did not want to wake up. Clearly remembereddistress that had invaded his body when he was awake, that need to see a Dyel, the boy from his sleep. The mere recollection made her heart speed up and clenched his eyes tightly, as if she could force the sueñoa sumirle into oblivion once again.
Then someone knocked on the door of the room. Jensen tightened, did not want to see anyone, I just wanted to let him alone. But whoever was out, he insisted and called back.
- Sir? - Dyel's voice came from the other side of the door. - It & amp; about girls, or there is someone down who wants to talk with you, says he knows how to return to New York.
CHAPTER 5.
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