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Elio insisted on accompanying me. At first, I had refused his help until the pain ultimately made me swallow my pride and finally accept the assistance.
We arrived at the hospital in his car and went in through the emergency room. The assessment with the doctors was quick because as soon as I walked in accompanied by Elio. I knew the influence he had just by being himself. A couple of nurses brought a wheelchair and admitted me to an examination room.
“Are you accompanied?” they asked me on the way to examination.
“He’s with me,” Elio said without hesitation.
“I understand, Mr. Guinot, but if the patient needs to be admitted, someone will have to come and take care of him,” one of the nurses said.
“I can call a friend if that’s the case,” I could barely speak because the abdom
