"I'm sorry, sir, but we need to operate on her." According to the doctor.
Hector exhaled a sigh of relief because he had assumed that the doctor intended to announce Matilda's death.
"How come you're telling me that?" Do everything you can to bring my wife back to life." Hector declared authoritatively.
The doctor nodded slightly and performed exactly as ordered.
He returned to the emergency room, and the door to the room was once again shut.
Hector sat on the long hospital bench, pulling his finger deep into his hair.
He dropped his gaze lower, peering at the hospital tiles floor, when a soft and loving touch rested on Hector's shoulder.
Because he wasn't expecting anyone to soothe him, he had no notion who owns the hand.
Hector cautiously raises his sight upwards, only to
