“Hey! Stop doing that, I’m feeling dizzy already!” Lucettia shouted at me.
I stopped walking. I sighed, then looked at her. “It’s been hours since you talked to Doctor Ramirez but they’re still not bringing Jazon here!”
Lucettia bit her lower lip. She held her chin while shaking her head. “Stop being paranoid, Beatriz. He told me himself that your husband is fine. He’s a doctor, so you should believe him. Don’t you trust his words?”
I took a deep breath. “I trust him, alright? If it was not for him, I wouldn’t know what would happen to Jazon. But you can’t blame me if I am feeling this. I am really worried. I still don’t know if he’s already awake or if he is still unconscious. If he has a fever or such. On top of that, I still don’t know where he got his wound.”
“And why he kept that
