El mal ajeno Page #4

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Doctor, father at twenty

and alone before forty.

Sound familiar?

The difference is,

I was a good doctor,

a good father

and a good husband.

And you...

You're much better looking.

How is she?

The same.

I have Ainhoa's test results.

The piercing isn't what caused

the infection.

Then what did?

- Don't ask what. Ask who.

- Gonorrhea?

Bullshit.

- You knew she was having sex?

- She's 17 years old.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Yes, of course I knew.

Sh*t.

What I didn't know was

without a condom.

What are you doing here?

And smoking?

They say it's good for cancer.

- That it eases the pain.

- You don't have cancer.

Wanna hit?

No, I'm working.

Take a hit, man.

Who cares if you screw up?

We're all half-dead anyway.

I see you're feeling better.

Yes, I am.

I don't know what you gave me

yesterday,

but I'm about a zero on that

"Manchowski" scale of yours.

The pain will come back.

I know.

I know the pain will come back.

Everything will come back,

except my leg and my wife.

No?

Let me relax a little.

Use a little psychology.

Ask me how I feel,

why she left me...

Ask me about the inside.

Okay, Carlos.

Tell me.

How are you doing?

How do you feel?

Why did your wife leave you?

And inside,

how are you doing?

Well...

I'm glad you asked, doctor.

Well,

one week after

my leg got amputated,

more or less,

my wife moved in with her mother.

She said I was being unbearable.

I've been unbearable my whole life.

That's true.

In any case,

thanks for asking.

It's a nice gesture.

I see you're getting used to the leg.

I'll take you dancing

some time.

Here.

You need to loosen up.

From one dealer to another.

They're the keys to her house.

I'm sure of it.

- What do you want me to do?

- You're her doctor.

You know where she lives.

Shouldn't you forget all this

and move on with your life?

What time is it?

Half past twelve.

In half an hour my hands

will start shaking,

but only for a little while,

until I drink something.

After that I'll be fine.

I started drinking because I was lonely.

Now I realize that wasn't why.

It was because of Armand.

He's not here anymore.

It's time to free yourself.

My husband was the only thing

that mattered to me for 20 years.

20 years.

I need to know what I did wrong.

What have we got?

Car accident. Just married,

on their way to the banquet,

rammed by a truck from behind.

- Gemma, saline.

- Injuries?

Severe head trauma

and a fractured jaw.

I need help tubing him.

- Glasgow?

- Three.

He's brain dead.

Try and stabilize him.

He can donate

- his organs.

- Heart rate is 30.

- Saturation dropping to 60.

- It's stopping. Juanjo,

- give me an 8 inch tube.

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