Jasmin POV s
"Clarita," somebody panted as he ran to me "your brother…Dexter was taken to the hospital! He was mugged."
My knees suddenly felt weak. When tragedy comes to me, it usually happens one after another. The sickening image of Dexter as he was being stabbed entered my mind. Something twirled inside my stomach and cold sweat fell like raindrops on my back.
Some concerned neighbor took me to the hospital where Dexter was admitted. Out of all the victims of the mugging, he has the most critical condition. Knowing we don't have any money for the expense of a possible surgery, I expected the worse to happen.
"Anybody here a relative of Mr. Dexter Masadra?" a nurse calmly asked as she craned her neck at the crowd gathered near the emergency room.
"I am," I raised my hand to catch her attention. "I am his sister."
