Rafa
We arrive at the hospital. The paramedics are welcomed by the emergency team, who quickly takes me out of the way and takes her inside. As the doctors examine her, I stand in the middle of the hallway, looking through the glass door. She seems even more frail on the hospital bed, so pale, with her face covered in blood. I can’t do anything, except stand there, watching her as the medical team tries to figure out what’s wrong with her.
I feel someone slightly squeezing my shoulder. When I turn around, I see Clara right in front of me, with her eyes filled with tears.
“How is he?” she asks. Her hands are cold and shaking.
“I don’t know,” I murmur. “They took her inside.”
I raise my hand to run it through my hair as a sign of impatience, but she stops me.
“Your hands are covered in
