Darse cuenta Page #3

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You want the world to stop because

your brother's had an accident?

We've got to carry on living.

The boy's parents?

He has no parents.

- Any relative?

- His sister.

If you ask for it,

I can take the case...

and I would really try.

Are there any hopes?

Why lose them?

Excuse me. We're not rich.

This is a State hospital.

State hospital but

not everything's free.

Excuse me, doctor, I know.

The problems come aftervards.

I know it well.

Will he be a cripple?

If lucky. He can also die.

But we've got to try, don't you think?

Yes, of course.

Whom do we have to ask?

The Director of the hospital,

doctor Ricardo Patio.

- You write.

- Ricardo Patio.

Why such a fuss, if we can

go right ahead and ask.

This hospital is run by

bureaucracy, like everything else.

Bring the note early tomorrow.

But doctor, he can die meanwhile.

Don't worry, I'll skip

professional ethics meanwhile.

And I'll start work at once. Right?

Thank you.

Doctor, how do you know

he'll want to live like that?

What do you mean?

That he can remain alive...

and dead at the same time.

Ok. At least you know what you want.

And what you don't want.

And you? What do you specialize in?

I am a general physician.

You don't specialize in anything?

You're not even a surgeon?

Please, I want my brother alive.

We have nothing to lose.

So do I. I just don't want him

to be experimented with.

Andrea, what are you talking about?

Are you his wife? Are you deciding?

I want the doctor...

Ventura.

To do whatever is necessary

to keep my brother alive.

How are you doing, Professor?

Better than half of mankind,

and worse than the other half.

You are tired.

I'm never tired. I resist like nylon.

But I could do with a leave.

Hemorrhage is what's urgent.

The rest can wait.

But those splinters

pressing his lungs...

D'you think that Prado?

Prado won't waste his time

without some benefit.

You don't think highly of him.

We old professors know too much.

You'll need the help of people

not distorted by the profession.

We have some young doctors

dying to get experience.

Here you've got to cut, join together,

nail, and do a lot of work.

You'll need help.

Can we leave him here, professor?

You're asking me?

Since about an hour ago

I'm an intruder in this hospital.

It's tough to leave home.

And this has been my home.

When they took the Directorship

from me they expected me to resign.

I swallowed my pride

and I didn't resign.

Maybe I was too proud.

I wanted them to dismiss me.

But... why?

Because I use lenses

and I see too much.

Two eyes are dangerous,

imagine what you can see with four.

To survive here you mustn't see...

you must remain in a corner...

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