Nilson drove furiously, what would have been at least a 3 hour drive, in two hours the car was parked in front of the hospital where Micaela had been having her maternity checkup, Diego, Yerma, the doctors and nurses beds were waiting in front of the hospital.
Seeing Carlos’ car arrive, Diego and Yerma headed for….
Carlos grabbed Micaela and got out of the car, Micaela was already in pain with cold sweat on her forehead and white lips….
-Moya, Moya, my daughter, suffer….
Yerma’s tears fall as she looks at her daughter, who is pale as paper….
Diego looked at Miss Micaela, whom he had not seen for more than eight months, and he really never dreamed he would see her again when little Mr. Carlos was born…. May God bless and ensure that mother and child are safe….
Carlos placed the child gently on the bed and ran with the doctors and nurses pushing the bed towards the operating room, the same image flashed through his mind again….
He got out of the car and saw the girl lying in a hospital bed with doctors and nurses surrounding her, he ran over and pushed the bed into the operating room….
He and the girl, together, went through this scene….
Carlos’ head hurts, his feet don’t stop, repressing once again that feeling of wanting to vomit….
Micaela opened her eyes and looked at Carlos, who had his thin lips pursed and his face also slightly white, and she had the vague feeling that he was something more than nervous and worried about her, that something else was wrong, that he seemed, it seemed, to be in a lot of pain….
Yes, Carlos was in pain, his head ached, his internal organs ached and ached, he was using great fortitude, controlling himself, telling himself that the girl was in labor, the girl was in premature labor, he could not afford to make any more mistakes and worry her….
The hospital bed was moving quickly towards the elevator and Micaela looked at Carlos, raised her hand shakily and caressed Carlos’ cheek, breathlessly.
-Carlos, you, what’s wrong? I’m not afraid, you too, you too, don’t be afraid?
Yerma cries again…
Carlos’ heart was broken, he was afraid, very afraid, he had never been so afraid in his life!
The sticky feeling in your hands, all the blood you touched on the little girl when you had just hugged her!
Filled with anxiety, but still in a low voice, she said:
-Well, I’m not afraid, girl, go for it?
She said, leaning down and gently touching her blanched lips.
-Girl, I want you and only you…..
-I…
Micaela tried to answer him when another attack of pain hit her, interrupting her words….
Doctors and nurses were transferred to red-eye…
Nilson, who parked his car behind him and quickly followed him inside, was also a ball of worries, regrets and guilt that were going to overwhelm him….
The elevator doors opened and the bed immediately rolled out into the operating room.
Carlos’ heart skipped a beat when he saw that the doctor was about to close the door and reacted with a jerk, reaching out and pulling him in with a stern question:
-What are you doing in there?!
The people outside were shocked, what had happened to Carlos?
Only Diego knows that Mr. Carlos is possessed by an exclusive desire for Miss Micaela?
The doctor looked at Carlos, who had just been anxious and worried, but now had a stern expression on his face, and instantly trembled with fear.
-I, I will go in and deliver the baby!
-Where is Rain?
How could he, a big man, bring this girl’s baby into the world?
-She’s upstairs in…
Carlos shook him hard.
-Get her down! Now!
The doctor stumbled, not daring to slow down in the slightest, and turned around, seeing the figure of Lluvia already running out of the elevator, still wearing her pajamas.
-Moya’s having a baby? It’s really Moya, what’s going on, six days before full term, why is she having a baby.
She had just been upstairs getting ready to sleep with the baby when she heard the nurse say that the acting City Lord’s daughter was in labor and that a good team of midwives had been arranged for her to come, she couldn’t believe it, but now, seeing Carlos and seeing Yerma, she had to believe it?
A look of self-recrimination again came into Nilson’s eyes….
Yerma greeted her and took his hand between hers, saying anxiously:
-Luvia, you are the one who knows Moya best, please…..
Lluvia nodded and headed for the operating room.
-Don’t worry Lord City, I’m just downstairs to deliver Moya’s baby.
And then she looked at Carlos, the man who, without his usual fierceness, was more anxious than any of the husbands outside the delivery room waiting for Querida to deliver….
Carlos’ fists were clenched tightly and there was a palpable nervous panic in his eyes as he said solemnly:
-Doctora Lluvia, the child is counting on you.
Looking at the confidence in Carlos’ deep-set eyes, Lluvia is filled with a sense of purpose and a solemn promise:
-Well, don’t worry!
With that, she turned around to enter the operating room.
Diego didn’t know whether to say anything, but half the time he went ahead.
-Doctor, Miss Moya’s body has a different resistance to anesthesia?
Different resistance to drugs?
Carlos, Yerma, Nilson, all frozen…
Lluvia, anxious to close the door, said:
-Moya should be able to give birth without problems and without anesthesia, I’ll go out and say if anything happens, don’t worry.
Then she closed the door…
Yerma is full of thoughts for her daughter, Moya’s body is resistant to different drugs?
She wanted to ask Diego what was wrong, she turned to see Nilson, she thought that if she had not taken Moya by force, Moya would not have been born premature, and she rushed in furiously, grabbing him by the shirt and shaking him hard.
-Nilson, if anything happens to Moya or the baby in her womb, I will never forgive you!
Nilson was also full of remorse and anxiety, if something really happened to Moya and the baby, he could never forgive himself, or anyone else….
Carlos rubbed his head with one hand and leaned against the wall, Yerma’s accusing voice was no longer heard, the pain that had not subsided was increasing…
Drug resistance varies….
It has a special constitution and the effect of any drug on it will be discounted….
He tried not to think about it, but the vague memories returned to him with increasing clarity….
Diego saw the difference in Carlos and nervously took a big step forward.
-Mr. Carlos, how are you, Mr. Carlos?
-Poof!
Carlos spurts blood from his mouth….
Diego panicked, remembering that time in Barrio Fanslan when Sofia mentioned Miss Micaela and Mr. Carlos vomited blood and fainted….
Drug resistance…
Having said it himself, is this what made Mr. Carlos think of Miss Micaela?
Nilson and Yerma also gathered around…
Observing Carlos’ symptoms, they both know that it is Antinolol No. 2 that is taking effect….
-Diego, get a doctor, Carlos, Carlos don’t think about it….
Yerma is so anxious, Moya is going to have a baby, Carlos mustn’t get into trouble….
Nilson remembered the pain in Carlos’ face in the car; had he been remembering the old times from time to time, bitterly repressed by the effects of the drug?
Nilson’s eyes full of disbelief, Carlos spitting blood, but, not fainting?
Carlos felt that his body was going to explode with an unbearable pain that no normal person could endure…
Micaela suffers the pain of childbirth in the delivery room, and Carlos, a wall away, suffers the pain suppressed by the drugs….
Carlos is in a trance thinking, girl, I am with you in your pain…