I felt sick.
Because saving someone does not erase the cruelty of what they did to him.
Near dawn, a doctor finally appeared in the hallway.
Surgery “It’s awake,” he said.
I got up so fast that my chair scraped the floor.
“Can you talk?”
“A little bit,” he replied. “He is weak, but conscious.”
I followed him down the hall and stopped at his bedroom door.
Now she was lying under hot blankets and looked even smaller than when she had found her in the wheelchair.
Disabled and special needs
His face was still pale.
But she didn't look dead anymore.
A nurse stood next to her holding her hand.
Near the bed an agent with a notebook was waiting.
The nurse leaned gently towards her.
“Remember his name?”
The old woman’s lips trembled.
Vehicle tyres and wheels
For several seconds no sound came out.
Then he whispered:
“Elena.”
The nurse came closer.
“Elena what?”
The woman swallowed saliva with difficulty.
Cars and vehicles
“Elena Marquez Rivera.”
The room was completely silent.
People and society
The agent's pen stopped moving.
The second policeman looked up immediately.
At first I didn't understand what was happening.
For me it was just a first and two surnames.
But then one of the officers went out into the hallway and made a call.
Anatomy
When he returned, his face had changed.
“She was reported missing,” she said quietly. “Five months ago.”
I covered my mouth with my hand.
Five months.
