Chapter 45
The wind was blowing fiercely as Belle clung to her grandfather's body, the loud noise of the helicopter's blades cutting through the air, making it impossible for us to talk. When the helicopter landed at Holiday Hospital, Dr. Roberts was already waiting for us. They took the stretcher and quickly carried him inside.
"I received the report from the other hospital. This is a risky operation, so I need you to sign the consent forms for whatever may happen."
"Consent forms?" Belle said, frightened.
"Belle, listen to me… if we don't sign, they can't operate on him. It's either that or let him die," I said, watching her shake her head while tears streamed down her face as she took the paper.
"I want you to be aware that he might die on the operating table." She nodded silently and signed the form.
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The hours passed, feeling like endless days. I glanced to my side in the waiting room and saw Belle sitting on the cold floor, hugging herself as tears silently streamed down her face. She looked like a lost puppy who had lost its owner. I couldn’t understand why she chose to sit there on that cold floor instead of resting in one of the waiting room chairs. That wasn't going to make the operation go any better. I let out a sigh, crossing my arms, my expression shifting to one of concern. I felt so useless seeing the fear etched on her face… it reminded me of the past. I couldn't just stand there watching her; it was killing me. I got up from the chair and said,
"That's enough, get up and sit here. It's still early; you can get some sleep." She shook her head, sinking further into her misery. I stood there, staring at her, immersed in her suffering, unable to do anything.
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If Beethoven dies… I won't have any reason to go on. I don't want to live through what I experienced with my mother, watching her die on those cold streets. Please, no… I don't want to be alone, I don't want to feel the indifference of people, I don't want to feel cold… that cold of loneliness. I don't want… he was all I had, the only person who loved me despite being a street child. Without him… what will I do? Please… someone help me… it hurts so much… I can't breathe… I don't want to feel this… please, don't let him die… don't let him die, please… don't take him away from me.
"I'm here." I opened my eyes and lifted my gaze, and Mr. César’s eyes met mine, pulling me out of that spiral.
"What are you doing…?" Without letting me finish, he took my arm, lifting me off the floor, and hugged me tightly. Trembling, I remained motionless, unsure of what to do. Then I felt his hands press me closer against his chest. Weakly, I clung to him, accepting his embrace, and gradually, I hugged him tighter, growing accustomed to his warmth, his scent, and the sweetness of his touch.
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She was the kind of woman I had never encountered in my life. She kept everything to herself, even when she fractured her arm because of me, and I treated her harshly. Even when she let out all those things about herself, she maintained a kind smile while enduring the pain of having a grandfather suffering from drug addiction. Thinking about it, I don’t know much about her… I knew she was an orphan from the surname they give to children who are never adopted, and that at her age, she had to take on any job. What had her life really been like...? Others would have abandoned their family to live their own lives, but she never gave up, working in that dirty cabin where I sent her, yet still showing that smile. I don't know how much she's been through… but in moments like this, she had no one to hold on to, drowning in her pain. This foolish girl keeps bearing everything alone until she ends up having a panic attack. I want to hold you… until every worry leaves your mind, Belle…
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