"No, no..." Rafael was hitting the wheel; he drove the car like nuts; his nervousness was all shown clearly. "She's not going to leave me like this," Rafael whispered with a weak voice, wishing for her to be fine.
"It's me, Rafael Diox; where is Alex?" Rafael muttered the words; his breath was rising with every letter he uttered.
"Sorry, sir, Alex, who?" The nurse stated that she swallowed her saliva; she never saw someone in his charm—a tall man with sparking eyes; she was lost in his pretty appearance, forgetting to do her job, and stood staring at him.
"She had an accident; damn it, where is the manager?" Rafael shouted. The nurse had woken from her doze when another nurse grabbed her hand and showed Rafael the way to where Alex was having the surgery.
"When will they finish?" Rafael asked the doctor who was in a hurry to join the operation, "Her situation isn't stable, but we're doing our best." The doctor answered.
