Every night when the lights went out hospital, he left the bed to begin her journey. A man dressed in white made him sit on a wheelchair and took him along a path that only knew him.
stopped after just a few meters. Before them was incubator, was wide to contain more than a single baby. It was the only of the room.
They went and saw it was empty. He turned to his companion. - What does this mean? - Asked
His guardian took her wrists and brought his hands to the incubator so that the palms could touch the glass. As soon as the skin touched the smooth surface, he felt as if a whirlwind had invaded the room. The walls were knocked down and run away.
He looked around. There was no one. He was left alone. He heard the monotonous melody of a music box. He wanted to go to that music. He knew that it was necessary: \u200b\u200bthat was the clue to understand the reason for his travels.
moved his left leg to get off the wheelchair and felt the noise like a loop that goes breaks. He put the other foot on the ground and gathering forces walked up to the place from which came the music.
He entered a long corridor lit by neon lights and eventually found a cot. Its interior was covered by two curtains: one blue and pink. Pulled back the first one and then another, and discovered what it contained.
Two children slept serenely wrapped in a white cover. A bracelet worn on the wrist each, one blue and one pink. The little hands were round each other, as if to protect each other in their sleep.
The music of the carillon began to creak and the sound turned in a high pitched noise and annoying. He tried where it was located, so that you can turn off and avoid waking the children.
the cradle on which he had laid his hands became hot and he realized it was empty. He turned around and saw a man dressed in white who had pushed the wheelchair. Now he could see his face. Something like a wax mask covered his left eye. I stared open-mouthed, laughing and holding a child in each hand said: - The keys will open the prison!
His fingers turned into flames and engulfed the two small bodies of innocents.
Him wanted to save them, put them in the race for sure, but the deafening sound prevented him from concentrating and moving.
He woke with a start. The shrill sound of a bell in my ears still.
- can stop playing now there is us - the nurses said the man who was holding down the button after seeing the drip of his neighbor's bed detached.
The nurse leaned over him . - Fire ... you have to stop him - he said only half-confused nightmare.
- Courage is calm - repeated the nurse, who immobilized his right arm and part of the body. - There is no fire. It is safe in the department of neurology.
Slowly he stopped squirming. - What happened? - Churches.
- came off the drip in his sleep - the nurse said, gently shoving the needle in my arm. - Her neighbor noticed it and called me with the bell. Now it's all right back to sleep. - The reorganization of the blankets and left the room.
He heard him and turned away on the right side. Was was again a dream. He was confused and incomprehensible as all her life. He was awakened by a couple of weeks from a coma that lasted months and did not know who he was. He did not know his name, nor what he had done before joining there. Yet one thing was certain: those two kids had to be washed as soon as possible.
Sitting on the bed, staring at his image in a mirror with the handle. He had hazel eyes, brown curly hair and still no name.
nurses who had come to wake him that morning had helped to wear a green suit and were preparing the bag with the few clothes he had.
- Today is resigned - said one of the two. - Some people recognized her and came to pick her up.
He did not know whether to be relieved or worried.
The nurse with the bag in his hand said: - Come Mr. Molina is time to go.
He placed the mirror on the bed. - Molina am I? - Asked doubtfully.
- Yes, it's his last name. - The other nurses helped him to get up and entrusted it to his colleague.
out of the room and headed to the first floor outside the office of medical director. The nurse knocked twice and entered the voice of Dr. Romo invited him to enter.
The nurse opened the door and made the patient sit in a chair facing the desk of the doctor. The left the bag beside him and bowed out.
- Be calm, Mr. Molina, there is nothing to fear - Dr. Romo said. - A very gentle man recognized his picture on television. And 'here to bring her home.
Someone knocked on the door again.
- It must be him - said the health director. - Next, you enter as well.
The door opened and Molina swung around to see the man in the doorway. He was tall, was wearing glasses with round lenses, but not often. He had a thin beard that covered part of the cheeks and chin. He wore a blue shirt with the top button is not connected, a dull gray jacket and a pair of light trousers of the same color.
The man came up and shook hands with the medical director, then sat in the chair next to his.
- Mr. Molina, this is Mr. De Santi - introduced him to the medical director.
- Hello Patrick, call Kaspar - greeted him while the man held out his hand.
Patrick looked at his hand, but not squeezed.
The medical director intervened immediately. - It 's like I said before Mr. de Santi. Patrick has a problem to touch objects or people. Since he awoke from a coma, said that through the physical contact has like flash ...
-Visions - Patrick interrupted him.
- How? - Gently asked the medical director.
- There are visions and not flash - says firmly.
- Oh, yes sure, excuse me - said the health director. - Anyway, Patrick is cured. From the medical point of view is healthy. If he hurried up the paperwork and issues with the police on the identification, can take it with you.
- Yes, you're all set. - Kaspar said - where do I sign the release?
The medical director handed him a printed form. - Well, these are the papers to sign. If I can but I would advise you to follow Mr. Molina with a good psychotherapist. Sometimes these visions disappear by themselves, but in other cases a psychiatric support is very helpful.
- I'll keep this - and said De Santi took out a pen from his jacket pocket and shot signed.
- As you know my name? - Patrick asked suddenly - I was in here all this time and today is the first time you call me by name.
- Did I tell you - answered Kaspar - When you are finished in a coma I was abroad on business. As soon as I came back and I heard the news of your awakening, I recognized and have come to the hospital to identify you.
- It's true - confirmed the medical director. - We have tried to trace your relatives or anyone who might recognize you, sending your pictures in television. But it is presented here only yesterday, Mr De Santi.
Kaspar De Santi reached into his right pocket of his trousers and pulled out a sheet of paper folded in half and handed it to Patrick. It was an old clipping of a page of a newspaper. Under an article of about ten lines there was a black and white photographs portraying him as he shook in his arms a little boy. The caption in bold reported these words: "Little Samuel (10 years) and her rescuer Patrick Molina (27 years)" .
Kaspar smiled. - You must be proud of you. You're a hero.
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