Chapter 2

• "What do you think if we meet today at Talavera?" John finally asked before leaving the café.
• "Perfect! The business can run on its own now," Donald argued, smiling and accepting the invitation. "Besides, I feel like a good getaway," he added with a smile.
• The two walked towards the parking lot, said their goodbyes, and each drove off in their fancy sports cars.
• A few meters away...
• "Please! Please! Miss... tell Doctor Miller that Yves Johnson is here, that it's a matter of life or death," a desperate young woman, the daughter of a patient of the said doctor, expressed upon entering the medical offices.
• The secretary, recognizing her in advance, tried to calm her down, got up from her chair, and after knocking on the door of the office, entered and informed the doctor, who immediately ordered her to let her in.
• "What's wrong, Yves?" the doctor asked, getting up from his chair and approaching her to console her, as she looked very distressed.
• Since he started treating Yves' mother's case, Doctor Miller had been attracted to her. As time went by and he learned about their economic situation, he tried to help them, but the only help they accepted was the treatment to alleviate her mother's pain.
• "Doctor, my mom is worse," she replied, sobbing. "She needs more oxygen, and the medicine you gave her to relieve the pain has run out. She complained a lot last night."
• "Okay! We'll solve that," he assured her.
• "Excuse me for bothering you, but I need more medicine, please!" she pleaded.
• "I've already told you, Yves, you can count on me for whatever help I can provide. You must stay strong and brave," the doctor said, running his hands through her red hair, which she kept tied in a ponytail.
• "Your mother is in the terminal phase, so the pain will only get worse. You must be stronger so she doesn't see you like this. Wait here!" he said, releasing her and leaving his office to get what she was looking for.
• When the doctor returned, he handed her the medicine. She thanked him, said goodbye, and ran off because her friend had sent her a text message informing her that her mother was worse.
• Once outside the hospital, she hurried to find a taxi and get there as quickly as possible. Just at that moment, Donald, driving his Ferrari down Independence Avenue, was taken by surprise when someone crashed into his car as they passed by the front of the Clinical Hospital...
• Boom!!!
• Upon feeling the impact on his car, Donald immediately hit the brakes, parked, and rushed to help the person who had jumped over his Ferrari. Lifting the young girl from the road in his arms, he asked:
• "How are you? How do you feel? What hurts?" he inquired, concerned. Although she had jumped over the car, she had hit the ground hard.
• In addition to this, the young girl was crying, unable to articulate any words. Overwhelmed, she only covered her face with both hands. In response, he ran to the hospital and entered the emergency area, carrying her in his arms and placing her on a stretcher for the doctor to attend to.
• Donald left the cubicle but kept an eye on her. From where he was, he observed that the young girl was someone of very limited means; her shoes and clothes looked very worn. Donald was distressed because it was the first time he had relatively run over someone.
• He could see her features; she had a very angelic and beautiful face, with her red hair tied back. Despite her thinness, the curves of a good body were evident. When the doctor came out of the cubicle, he followed him and asked:
• "How is she? Why isn't she speaking?" he asked, looking sharply at her.
• "Suddenly, it was due to the impact, something momentary, because she answered all the questions I asked her," the doctor replied, "and she just confirmed that the accident was her fault, that she rushed out without looking anywhere. I'm going to report it to the officer on duty."
• He simply nodded, heading towards the stretcher where she was sitting. Seeing her cry, he presumed that something was hurting her a lot, so he took the chair that was there, sat in front of her, and asked:
• "How do you feel?"
• "Dizzy!" she replied, calmer. "I'm sorry for not responding earlier, but I think I was on autopilot. When my mother needs me the most, I'm here, in a bed, without bringing her the medicine she needs so much."
• "What does your mother have?" he asked, tenderly. The more he looked at her, the more he felt drawn to her. She had such a clear and transparent gaze that it caught his attention powerfully.
• "Cancer in its terminal stage!" she replied, with great sadness, clenching her fists and letting her tears flow again.
• Donald didn't know what to do; he felt empathy for her and something else that he couldn't decipher. He got up from the chair, approached her, hugged her, and took her hands. Meanwhile, Yves was too confused; no one had ever treated her like he did.