I arrived home late from the hospital. As I entered the house and closed the door, it unexpectedly opened again, making me feel nervous.
It was Fernando. His driver was assisting him, and he seemed drunk. I wasn't particularly interested until he lifted his face slightly. I could see the bruise on his face. Curious, I asked the driver what had happened earlier.
"What happened?"
"He got into a fight at the bar, Doc," he said to me.
"My wife is a doctor, please call her," Fernando said, unaware that I was the one standing in front of him.
"Doc, what can we do for him?" the driver asked.
"I don't know. It's not really my problem." I tried to leave, but something made me turn around again. I cursed at myself and guided Fernando to the sofa, leaving him there for a moment.
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