And… he’s wasting away, doctor. Many specialists have already seen him, the kind who charge exorbitant fees, and nobody can find anything.
Carmeп leaned his back against the wall, feeling a pain in his stomach.
—Have you had a fever? Vomiting? Diarrhea?
“No. He’s eating normally. He’s taking his formula, his baby food… and he’s just getting smaller and smaller. You can already see his ribs. I…” Rosa’s voice broke. “I see strange things, doctor. Things I can’t explain. But I feel like that baby… is dying.”
Carmen looked at the waiting room. She had responsibilities, patients, people who couldn’t be abandoned. And so, the phrase pierced her like a needle: he is dying.
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