Nilson heard Efraim’s voice and froze a little, before he looked at the one whose tie he was untying, and instantly withdrew his hand and said respectfully:
-Mr. Nicholas.
This man is none other than the Lord of the City of Dragons, father of Efraim, Nicolas.
Micaela didn’t even bother to remember anything else, she only thought about taking Carlos to the hospital, and when Nilson stopped, she withdrew her hand and followed Carlos, hating to help him herself, without moving a single glance….
Carlos was quickly helped out of Nicolas’ sight, but Nicolas could still clearly see that Carlos was pale, with blood on his chin, his neck….
Half reacting to the fact that his own son had just called out to him, he unconsciously looked towards him and suddenly his pupils shrank slightly and he discovered that he too was badly wounded, the clothes on his upper body were red with blood….
Before the anguish could rise, thinking about what his aunt had said, anger rose inside Nicolas, he ripped the tie from his neck and handed it to Nilson, striding towards Efraim….
Nilson took the tie, said thank you and immediately moved to Moya’s side to stop the bleeding when he heard a resounding slap and Nicolas’ furious voice behind him.
-How could you do such a thing!
…
Two hours later, several cars stopped in front of the hospital in Ciudad Echave and it was the longest two hours of Micaela’s life.
Carlos lay in her arms, his body temperature was too low to feel her, she did not respond to his calls, she did not dare to probe his nose, telling herself over and over again that Carlos would be fine, but she could not stop the fear and uneasiness that radiated from the bottom of her heart….
On the way, as soon as the phone got a signal, Nilson’s phone rang, it was Yerma, Nilson told her about the general situation and Yerma immediately waited at the hospital with Dona Echave holding Mike….
As soon as she got out of the car, Micaela, who was thinking about Carlos, was about to follow him to the ambulance bed when Nilson tugged on her arm.
-Moya, you must go and treat the wound first!
Micaela, red-eyed, watched as they rushed into the ambulance bed, anxious to shake Nilson off.
-Let go of me, I want to go there….
She wants to be with Carlos, she wants to see him, she doesn’t want to be separated from Carlos even for a minute….
-Waaaahhh…
Yerma approached with a crying Mike in her arms, the familiar cry with a hoarse touch made Micaela stop in her tracks and turn around to see her mother standing in front of her with tears in her eyes, hugging Mike….
-Moya, Dr. Carlos will take care of it, right now, Mike needs you more….. He acts as if he knows you are in danger, last night he was fine, but this morning he wakes up crying all the time, he doesn’t eat anything, he just cries, his voice is muffled….
Looking at her son, whose face was reddened with tears, Micaela shed tears again and, trembling, she reached out her hand, grabbed Mike and unconsciously rebuked him:
-Mike, Mommy’s back…..
Once Mike was in Micaela’s arms, the crying subsided and the sobs changed to their familiar whine, a bit like a pout, and his little head arched in her arms….
Mrs. Echave and Yerma were especially moved by the scene. Blood is thicker than water, they just hugged them without doing anything and stopped crying….
Looking at her son in her arms, Micaela’s heart ached even more. She had planned so much for them to be well, but now Carlos was still in such a dangerous situation….
Mrs. Echave looked at Nicolas, who had disappeared into the emergency room entrance with Carlos’ ambulance bed, with a worried face, and at Efraim, who had just been lifted out of the car and transferred to the ambulance bed, and said slowly:
-Moya, go first to dress your wounds, Carlos will be distressed to see you like this…..
Micaela looked at her son in her arms, more disconsolate, yes, Carlos than Honey himself, he woke up seeing the wounds on his hands, he must blame himself again, he is every time, he will never blame her, he will only blame himself for not protecting her….
Tightening her arms around her son, Micaela nodded in commitment….
Yerma reaches for Mike, Micaela avoids….
-It’s okay, I’m holding….
The wound on his hand was no longer bleeding heavily and he had a thick towel around his wrist….
The group headed for the office with the doctor waiting nearby. Mike was relieved to be in his mother’s arms and, tired from crying, soon fell asleep, with tears still on his eyelashes….
After a quick examination, Micaela’s wound caused no major damage, as the bleeding stopped in time.
When the wound was stitched, the doctor applied local anesthesia, Yerma, Dona Echave, Nilson were all full of trepidation, they knew it when Moya had Mike, because of the resistance to the drugs and the anesthesia would be discounted as well….
With five stitches, Micaela just frowned and didn’t even grunt even though her face was white….
Yerma was distressed, with the stitches digging into her body in general, and watched as the doctor put gauze on Moya’s wrist and asked in a low voice:
-Moya, doesn’t it hurt?
How could it not hurt, but it’s not even a millionth of what Carlos has suffered….
Micaela shook her head, sniffled and wiped her tears with the quilt in her hand.
-It doesn’t hurt, let’s go to see Carlos….
Nilson was full of mixed emotions, watching Moya and Carlos go through all this, both hanging their hearts out for each other, and as much as it bothered him, he had to admit that between Moya and Carlos, no one could get between them….
The group rushed to the ER, where Efraim was still undergoing surgery to remove the bullet and Carlos had been admitted to the ward.
They all immediately headed for the room where the nurse had said they were and, at the entrance to the room, Nicolas was standing, talking to the doctor about something….
Micaela recognized him with a single glance and became even more convinced that he was Carlos’ real father, Nicolas, but she did not have time to say anything to him and suspected that if he opened his mouth she could not resist accusing him of not educating the son in front of her and letting himself be so cruel as to kill Carlos….
She pushed the door of the room and entered, Nilson, Dona Echave, Yerma did not enter together….
Micaela looked at Carlos in the hospital bed, gown on, lying in the middle of the bed, pale face covered with an oxygen mask, thin lips still dark, an IV in the back of his left hand, several instruments clinking on the table beside him….
Feet a thousand pounds of weight, looking at the man who has always been a vigorous, planning and planning, now lay there lifeless, Micaela clutched the clothes on the chest, heart pain is unable to breathe …
Finally moved to the side of the bed, leaned over and gently caressed his cheek, cool, always cool ….
With her arms around him, her little face buried in the crook of his neck, tears sliding to the pillow….
Carlos, aren’t you more afraid of her crying?
Didn’t you rush to hug and cajole me every time I cried?
Get up and cajole me….
Outside, everyone gathered around the doctor.
The doctor took off his mask and sighed.
-Mr. Nicolas, Mr. Nilson, Mrs. Echave, the serum we have given the patient because the toxin has spread so much, the patient’s vital signs are very weak, but it is already considered a miracle, it is the first time I see someone who has been bitten by ‘Toxic King ‘Toxic King’ for more than two hours and he really had vital signs….
Nicholas ran out of patience and pulled the doctor by the neck, growling:
-Tell me something human! Is my son’s life in danger or not? If anything happens to him, I’ll raze your hospital to the ground. Mrs. Echave frowned.
-Nicolas, calm down. Yerma holds Mike in her arms and still can’t believe it when she hears him admit to himself that Carlos is really Patricia and Nicolas’ son….
Nilson steps forward and snatches Nicolas’ hand.
-Mr. Nicolas, what are you making the doctor say?
The doctor looked frightened, swallowed saliva and said uneasily:
-It depends on the patient to wake up…..
After a pause, he added carefully:
-Guys, get ready….
Then pull the leg and let…