The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 51: FRAGILE
Tristan's lips seemed to tremble when he was about to speak. Another with Cheryl who was still looking at him was full of intimidation, even that gaze seemed to be able to tear his heart.
"Actually, Jourrel ...."
"Family Mother Dina!" The nun's voice along with the IGD's open door stopped Tristan's sentence.
Cheryl and Tristan moved in unison and approached the medic. Worry not to be separated from the faces of both of them.
"How's he doing, Sus?" ask Cheryl quickly.
"his daughter? Please see a doctor. There are important things that he wants to say," said the nurse.
"The boy went to the toilet. Can I represent you?" the girl's exposition was curious mixed in worry. Her chest was having a big chat, afraid that something bad might happen to Ms. Dina.
Jourrel who saw from the end of the hall immediately ran with a long range, to be quick to arrive. His breathing was wheezing while standing beside Cheryl.
"How's my mother?" ask Jourrel without a stale base.
The nurse nodded, "Let's come with me," she asked in first.
Without speaking again, Jourrel entered in a hurry. Cheryl pulls the end of Jourrel's jacket, the man's steps restrained. He turned and looked at Cheryl.
"Follow!" the girl was short and firm.
There was no other choice, nor did Jourrel want to waste much time. He nodded and held the door until Cheryl entered the room.
The doctor was waiting behind the desk with a file of medical records from Ms. Dina. He looked at each of the medical records seriously.
"Doctor, how's my mom doing?" jourrel asked, sitting his body down violently.
Jourrel's tears began to pool in both of his eyes. He looked down deeply, feeling like he had failed to take good care of his mother. Jourrel could not hear the next news.
"In addition to her TB which is still in the treatment stage, now high tension, cholesterol, blood sugar are also high, causing Ms. Dina to have a mild heart attack" said the doctor.
Jourrel's shoulders trembled violently, his tears scattering so profusely. He was crying without a sound. His two hands clenched firmly, cursing his folly, also falling on the abyss of such deep regret.
Cheryl gasped in shock, not expecting Mother Dina to have a complex history of the disease. Without realizing it, he shed tears. Then turned to Jourrel who this time looked so fragile.
"Mother Dina had to be admitted to the ICU until her condition stabilized" the doctor added.
"Please do your best, Doc!" cheryl said in a wavy voice. While Jourrel is no longer able to speak.
The doctor asked to sign the consent papers for the handling of Ms. Dina. With trembling hands, Jourrel signed each sheet of paper to completion. Still waiting a while to prepare the room first.
Cheryl observed him earlier, and she brought her seat closer to the man, one hand outstretched, grabbed Jourrel's fingers, clasped firmly, transferring power to the man.
Jourrel turned his head, both of his cheeks wet, his pair of eyes reddened. It looks fragile now.
Cheryl touched Jourrel's shoulder with her other hand, stood up and reflexively hugged the man. "Mother must be healed" Cheryl gently stroked Jourrel's head.
Jourrel is crying. His body stiffened even more with a great vibration. Cheryl was at the right time and in the right mood. Jourrel has never shed all his sorrow, so far he has always harbored it himself. The man wrapped his arms tightly around Cheryl's waist, leaning his head, and,
Now, there was a figure who gave him comfort, where he leaned and shamelessly even let out tears, showing his fragility to the girl.
They did not realize, a pair of dewy neutrals saw the reaction of the two lovebirds.
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