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A man with light brown hair, wearing a suit stepped over to where Sands body lay. Fernando knew that Sands was his friend and that he had obviously been hurt. Fernando felt that he had to try and protect him from these people.

As they approached he tried to stand in their way. "You stay away."
The man in the suit smiled. He knelt down so that he was at eye level with the youngster. "We aren't going to hurt him. He needs a doctor and we're going to make sure that he sees one. You can come with us, so that you can see we're telling the truth."

Fernando didn't trust these men. The man in the suit could tell that he was having trouble winning the boy over. He also knew that if he didn't do something Sands was going to die.
"My name is Meyers. I'm a friend of Mr. Sands." As he spoke he pointed to the body. He wanted to make sure that the kid knew who he was referring to and exactly what they were going to do. He needed the boy to understand that he was aware that he wasn't being trusted but at the same time that Sands was in serious trouble.

As if to accentuate the point, Sands moaned. Fernando looked down at the man in the sunglasses. "You will help him?"

"Yes."

Fernando nodded. He just hoped that he was doing the right thing.

Meyers looked towards the car that he had just stepped out of. He made eye contact with the driver. Two men came out of the car and walked over to the shallowly breathing body. Meyers put his hand on the boys shoulder after he had stood.

The two agents that had gotten out of the car picked up the fallen man. As one lifted his feet and other grabbed him under his arms, Meyers got a good look at him. He was shot in his arm and leg. There was some sort of injury to his face, there was blood both dry and wet rolling down his face. It looked to him like Sands was crying blood. He was hoping that it was nothing too serious.

Agent Sands was placed in the back seat, the boy sat with the agents head in his lap. Agent Meyers was glad that the hospital wasn't too far. He wasn't thrilled that they had to take him to a Mexican hospital; he knew that they had little choice his injuries needed to be tended to immediately. That and he knew that Sands had some sort of injury to his eyes; he just didn't know how severe the injury really was.

When they reached the hospital Dr. Sanchez took him immediately. The old Mexican was a friend of Meyers. When Meyers had called and said that he had a fellow agent that was badly injured, he didn't hesitate to tell him to bring the man to him.

Dr. Sanchez had been a doctor for the army so he had seen his fair share of gruesome deaths. At first glance it didn't look like anything that would have caused him to pass out; except for exhaustion. That was until he took a look at Sand's face. By the way that the blood ran in tear-like tracks on his face, he figured that they had cut his face. He had the nurse get the surgical needle ready; he was thinking that he would have a few stitches to put in. After the sunglasses were removed he gasped at what he saw.

He had the attending nurse watch Sands while he went to the waiting room. When he got there Jack Meyers was pacing. "Agent Meyers?"

Meyers looked at the doctor and knew that something was wrong. Dr. Sanchez looked pale. "What is it?"

"I think you better look at this."

Both men walked towards the room where Sands was. By the time they reached the room, Sally (the nurse) had washed most of the blood off his face. Jack walked over to the bed. He gasped when he saw Sheldon's face. He had known that the Cartel could be cruel but he didn't know that they were that cruel; capable of doing what they did. Where Sheldon's dark brown eyes had been there were empty holes.

"Jesus Christ. So now what?"

Dr. Sanchez ran a hand through his hair. "There's very little that I can do for him here. I doubt that anyone will be able to do anything for him. All the same, he needs to be brought back to the States. He'll need long term care."

Meyers nodded. "Okay. I'll start setting things up."

When Jack got back to the waiting room, Fernando was there waiting patiently. "What now?" Was all the boy said.

"Agent Sands has been hurt really bad. I'm taking him to the United States so that he can be taken care of."

Fernando nodded. "I go too."

Jack shook his head. "I'm sure your parents need you."

"My Padre left when I was a baby. My momma is dead I have no one. Please let me go with you."

Meyers looked at the boy. Sands was most definitely not a kid guy; this boy seemed to have slipped under Sands' carefully placed wires. "Well he'll need someone to help him adjust."
The child's expression changed. "No eyes."

Meyers jaw dropped. "You saw?"

"Si."

Meyers was dumb-founded. He had figured that a child seeing that would have given them nightmares. He had to remind himself that this child was growing up on the streets of Mexico; the chances were that he had seen worse. Meyers nodded in thought; this kid was loyal if nothing else. "Okay. Let's go."

By that evening they were set to leave. Meyers had called the CIA Headquarters and let them know that Agents Sands had been badly hurt and that he was going back to the States on a private jet first thing the next morning. He didn't tell them the extent of Sands injuries. He knew that because of the questionable nature of his dealings they would be assholes about the whole thing. He figured that this was a situation best dealt with by the Supervisors in person.
He was hoping that Sheldon would stay unconscious during the flight. He had no idea on the state of the man's already shaky mind.