CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

DESERVINGNESS

"My God, thank you, doctor!" Gringo hugged the man tightly and lifted him off the ground in the embrace.

"Please listen," the doctor asked him to step back onto the ground after the overwhelming hug. "Cloe lost a lot of blood..."

"I brought her as fast as I could, doctor. I had no car, no motorcycle at the moment and she was unconscious!"

"I understand, and thanks to you, she's alive! If she had taken five more minutes to get here, we wouldn't have been able to do anything else. But she still lost a lot of blood."

"But I already told you, you can take as much as you need from me, and if it's still not enough, I'll bring the whole community to donate blood. We can make a line here at the door..."

"Please listen!" the doctor interrupted him again. "We're keeping her in a coma for now until she fully recovers. That's what I wanted to tell you."

"So I can't see her then?" Gringo looked at the doctor helpless.

"I don't think you want to risk her getting an infection, which co