Lola's smile gradually disappeared.
"finally I got his blood sample," she intoned to herself.
She took a small transparent plastic bag from her drawer, opened it, and carefully poured everything containing his blood into it without touching it.
She took out her phone and called Maria.
Lola asked as soon as Maria picked up the phone, "I got it, did you find the right hospital?"
"Is that how you address your friend? No, how are you doing? or how is your weekend treating you?"
Lola sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose before saying, "Send the hospital's address."
"I know, on it, and everything's in your name," Maria explained.
"OK good, understood," Lola said as she hung up the phone call.
The following day...
When Livia's urge to vomit worsened to the point where she couldn't eat that morning, Santiago was convinced she was sick.
The three of them left the house and went to the hospital that Lola had reserved for them.
