We have arrived at the private clinic where my uncle works; he is a surgeon, one of the best, and although he doesn't work in the emergency area, he will for me. I've already called him to be waiting there to help me. Thank heavens he has just finished a surgery and didn't refuse to see me without an appointment. I park the car in the designated area and waste no time turning off the engine to get out and help her.
I'm absolutely livid, I feel my temples throbbing at such an act, but despite that, I try to be polite when what I really want is to yell at her for being so stupid.
Doesn't she know that by keeping silent, she also becomes an accomplice to what that man does to her?
—Could you let me help you?
—No! —she shrinks back when I try to touch her. I stop, raise my hands in surre
