Mark is crying and sobbing at the other end of the phone, I is talking but the words are blurred ... the only things I can understand are "last night ... ... ... hospital is serious .. please come ..." before the communication is interrupted.
all the happiness I felt until a few moments before, suddenly falls under the shoes, giving way to a deep anxiety ... who is ospdedale? What happened? ... Mark was so excited that I could not understand anything.
I remember that Mrs. Marconi suffers from heart problems and once before she was admitted to hospital .... that something has happened? ... He had a relapse?
crossed my mind a thousand things that could have happened, then I more and more convinced that the cause of despair that Mark can not be the mother ... I feel bad ... She's like a second mother to me, the whole family is like my second family ... I seem to be a nightmare! Gotta go ... I have to go to them!
Mentally I review all the hospitals in the country ... There are 3 ... Mark said "... it is serious ..." then it can only be the Central Hospital.
I rush inside the restaurant and quickly tell my mother what happened (at least to the few things that I know), the words come out crossed over each other, reflect my confusion, but I can to me anyway understand and then start running toward the hospital which is only minutes away from my house. I'm nervous and
impazziente to understand what could happen ... but at the same time I'm afraid to know!
are just a few minutes before the clinic ... my heart beat fast, I can feel it reverberate in your ears, and my legs shake ... it all seems so inreale, I can not believe it vero.Ormai I am convinced that Mrs. Marconi is the cause of the crying of Mark.
I find myself at the bar of acceptance where, behind the desk, sits a male in his thirties wearing a blue uniform typical of nurses, fast moving hands on the keyboard of the computer ... not even raise his head when he asks in a tone almost annoyed
"I help you?"
"I would like to know where Mrs. Magda Marconi Marconi ... please."
Nurses enter the name on your computer and after a few seconds I answered
"I have a store but Marconi Chiara Marconi not Miss Magda."
Kia !?... It can not be ... yield me feel my legs ...
"Where ... Where is it?"
"Room 107, 2nd floor! Who are you? Visits are allowed only to relatives."
"I am the cousin ... .. could you please let me go!"
Without realizing it I started crying ... the nurse looked at me with inquisitive and I understand that I believed ... But I gotta see, gotta know what happened, as I need to know is ...
"Take the elevator to the second floor, take the first corridor on the right the room is the last one 107. But I do not recommend just 5 minutes more."
"Thank you ... thank you very much"
I press the call button but I can not wait to fall to earth and pine inbocco running up the stairs.
anxiety now dominates me, I can not understand what could happen .. He had an accident? ... Mark said it is serious ... O my God can not be! propio It can not happen to you!
finally reached the second floor, I miss your breath but I can not stop to run, I can not ...
I see Mark leaning against the wall beside the door of room 107 that desperate cries ... raises his head and our eyes filled with tears and despair intersect.
We throw ourselves into each other's arms in un'abbraccio courage. Mark me
strix strong, strong enough to make me short of breath.
"Mary ... Mary ... thanks for being here ..."
"Co. .. What happened?"
We're both crying, and we can not stop shake ...
"Yesterday afternoon went out to go to town ... an API wanted to buy new shoes ... I wanted to go with her ... I do not know why ... I felt there was something wrong ... she would not ... I was told that the weight .... because I did not insist? Mary ... because ... WHY? .. "
began to sob and the words die in his mouth ... buried his face wet with tears in my hair and I instinctively stroked his head gently trying to calm him down.
After a few minutes unable to continue the
story "Don't .. we do not know what happened or if it was o. .. to someone ... but ... but towards evening we received the call of the policy that stated that he had found on the Clare side of the road connecting the village to the city ... thought it had been an accident ... his scooter was semi destroyed a few meters from her ... "
"They've invested?"
"So we thought .... but ... but the hospital told us that she had been raped and beaten to blood ... if only I had insisted ... if I had gone with her ... would not have happened. ..! "
I just dropped a boulder on his head ... is not true, can not be true ... who could have done something similar to Kia ... she's so sweet ... who may have had the courage ... Gently move away
Mark
"How are you now?"
'E' in a coma ... Mary has multiple fractures and lost too much blood ... blood ... and beat her savagely smashed his head ... ... the doctors do not know if it will recover. .. "
"I can ... I can see it?" Mark makes me
nods and opens the door.
The room is bright and smells of disinfectant, the silence is broken only by the sound of the machine connected to the heart of Kia and the respirator.
On my right I see the mother exhausted you must be asleep in the chair in the room.
Slowly I approach the bed ... I watch my friend ... Brave his face is swollen and bruised and cut, his flaxen hair, there are no more ...
Then I see the room that slowly turns black.
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