Carlos came back to himself and was surprised to find that the sound of the water in the bathroom had stopped at some point….
He turned to look at the girl, who had washed her hair, wrapped it in a towel and was wearing pale yellow pajamas, and was holding the towel on her head with one hand….
Yerma said with some urgency:
-Moya, how are you going to wash your hair during the month, and if you catch a cold?
Carlos went to the closet and brought the dryer closer.
-It’s okay, just wrap up warm and don’t catch a cold, girl, come and dry your hair.
He also made an effort to do his homework of washing and bathing his hair, etc.
Micaela obediently approaches and greets Diego:
-Diego.
-Miss Micaela.
Diego tried to smile and nod in response and it seemed that Miss Micaela did not hear anything, the room was spacious and they were not very noisy….
Carlos swept him and said.
-Leave the information, you go back first.
Diego accepted immediately, left the folder on the desk and left.
Yerma sat on the edge of the bed, checking that the sound of the dryer working did not wake Mike, before looking at the two men not far away, Moya sitting on a stool with her back to Carlos, holding the dryer with one hand and fixing her long hair with the other, moving gently and carefully….
The image of these two together, so harmonious, so beautiful….
Yerma becomes more and more distressed thinking about what has just been spoken….
After drying her hair, Micaela came over and Yerma made room for her to sit on the bed.
Li Yan looked at the sleeping Mike and asked quietly:
-Mommy, was I so good when I was little, did I eat and eat and sleep and eat?
Yerma finally smiles a sincere smile as she remembers Moya as a child.
-You’re a good boy, but you’re more of a whiner than Mike, you make me get up a dozen times a night and you’re very clean.
She kept pulling me down to change my diapers….
Yerma fell into a whirlwind of memories, talking about many things from Micaela’s childhood, Micaela listened with great interest, some things she remembered a little, others she didn’t, Carlos was sitting at the end of his desk, it looked like he was reading a document, but in reality he wasn’t reading a word, all the time thinking about what had just happened….
No compromise, there is definitely a way out….
After the stabbing of the little girl, she commented to Dr. Jasmine that Salamonsa’s “contract” was actually a kind of “poison”, and that on that occasion at the hospital, Enrique had proposed to exchange the little girl’s blood and Elsa had flatly refused. He had asked her if the contract in the child’s body had anything to do with the blood, and she had said yes, adding that
-The blood in Micaela’s body is vital to nourish…..
Then she vomited blood in pain….
Since then he has consulted a lot of information and has some knowledge about the “poison”, but it is still incomplete and he doesn’t know if it is true….
-Carlos, are you sure you don’t want me to stay and take care of Mike?
Yerma’s voice interrupted his thoughts.
He looked up and saw that Yerma had stood up, which made him realize that he had been contemplating it for a long time and that she must be willing to go and confirm it again, and he stood up himself and answered:
-No, you go back and rest, I will dismiss you.
Yerma’s heart clenched, Carlos had something else to ask her…..
Carlos picked up the lunch box that Yerma had brought and said to the girl:
-I’ll be right back.
Then he took the lead, opened the door, waited for Yerma to come out and closed it.
Night had already fallen, everyone remained in the room, the corridors were silent, and when they reached the elevator room, which was also empty, Carlos suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Yerma.
-In Micaela, it’s ‘Sangre’ isn’t it?
Yerma stopped suddenly and the next second she covered her mouth, her eyes full of astonishment…..
-You relax, I’ll do the talking.
You know that Yerma has also taken inhibitors and vomits blood when she participates in discussions….
Carlos lowered his voice and in his deep eyes there was a slight shiver.
-There is “poison” all over Salamonsa, just….
Carlos frowned slightly, thinking about how to describe it.
-It’s just that there are different varieties of “poison” in everyone, with different effects, and the reason you’re taking “inhibitors” is actually so people won’t talk about “poison” right?
Yerma’s expression was somewhat pained, she had the desire to tell, then the inhibitor came up immediately and bright red blood spilled from the fingers covering her mouth….
-Nilson’s “poison” was supposed to be dissolvable by some kind of ritual, but since it failed, the “poison” backfired, didn’t it?
Carlos had many more questions to ask, like, three years ago, his and the ko girl’s he couldn’t ask looking at Yerma with so much pain, but he was sure he was right, that in Salamonsa the “poison” was a taboo for everyone and that the “pact” was just a substitute.
Yerma took tissues from her bag, wiped the blood stains from her hands and the corners of her lips, took a deep breath and nodded vigorously….
Carlos frowned, it’s really what it says….
The elevator doors opened and out came two of the patients’ relatives, who gave them a curious look as they exited, Yerma took the lunch box Carlos was holding and spat out a word with all her might:
-Carlos, you are very close to the truth…..
Her expression was pained and she immediately changed the subject.
-Remember to give Moya the chicken soup from the stew in the kitchen….
He took a deep breath and looked at Carlos.
-Carlos, go ahead, do what you want, I support you.
Even if there is a glimmer of hope, she does not want to give up, of course she hopes that her only daughter can be with her beloved until old age….
Yerma pressed the elevator door and, as the door closed, her voice returned:
-You can also ask Nilson…..
Carlos took a long look at the closed elevator doors before pulling out his cell phone and calling Diego, who was quickly taken off the hook.
-Mr. Carlos.
-Do you still have Jasmin’s contact information?
Carlos gets straight to the point.
Diego’s voice came in:
-Mr. Carlos, Jazmin is dead.
What…
Carlos froze for a second…
-Last year, with the sudden heart attack, I was determined to find out, and so it was.
Carlos’s heart sank, hoping to learn more useful information from him, but it seems to have dropped again….
He hung up the phone, went back to his room and saw the girl nursing the baby in her arms as she sat cross-legged on the bed, looking down at Mike in her arms….
Hearing the door open, Micaela looks up and smiles at Carlos.
Carlos looked at her smile and mentally swore to himself that he would do his best to find a breakthrough….
He quickly pulled himself together and sat on the edge of the bed when Micaela suddenly said:
-Carlos, I had something to tell you this morning that you interrupted.
Carlos remembers and reminisces, yes, he talks about remembering Nilson from his childhood….
He raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the girl and asked:
-And did you remember my mother?