Bab 23: DESTINY BROUGHT US AGAIN
Amaranta no longer had any intention of listening to Ana Santamarina's incessant chatter. From afar, Amaranta could see the main doors of the Capital Film Academy. With her beautiful voice, she said: "Mr. Santamarina, we are close to where we stayed. Please stop the car!
Javier Santamarina stopped the car at the main doors of the Cinematographic Academy. Ana Santamarina and Óscar Roing got off first, followed by Amaranta Cid and her grandmother Mary.
Javier Santamarina looked at the grandmother and Amaranta and asked: «Where are you staying? "Let me take you to the door."
"Thank you, but the place we are staying is not accessible by car!"
Javier Santamarina took out a business card and gave it to Amaranta. «Save this business card. Call me if you need anything… »With that said, Javier Santamarina took out a wad of Banknotes from his Wallet and handed it to Amaranta.
"Take this and buy yourself some nice clothes!"
«Thank you, but I don't need it. "Grandma, let's go!" —Amaranta helped her grandmother enter the grounds of the Film Academy.
He had no intention of letting Ana Santamarina find out where they were staying. She also didn't want to get involved with Javier Santamarina at this time.
Her grandmother was already seriously ill. She didn't want to waste her precious time and energy on these matters. He just wanted to get the funds as soon as possible for her grandmother's treatment.
«Grandma, if they accept me into the Film Academy, I will study here at this university, showing you what it is like. After that, I will be able to work in the production houses of the Film Academy. If I become a full-time actress, I will receive a salary…"
Grandma was very unhappy. Holding Amaranta's hands, she asked in a low voice, "Amaranta, were you furious when I made you apologize to that pompous Miss earlier?"
Amaranta was extremely quick to respond. «Of course not! She wasn't mad at you, Grandma. She could never be angry with you.
«Amaranta, my wish for you is that you are my little girl, the one who has a sweet smile on her face every day. Grandma doesn't want you to become someone who is calculating and small-minded, like that lady…"
Nodding vigorously, Amaranta said, "Grandma, I understand what you mean!"
But before she could finish her sentence, Grandma suddenly collapsed. Amaranta screamed in panic, shaking and calling with everything she had in her, for help.
Fortunately, within the Cinematographic Academy, there was a kind person who helped Amaranta by calling the emergency services.
The ambulance arrived shortly, and her grandmother was sent to the hospital. Already at the Amaranta Hospital, she told them: — "Doctor, this is the grandmother's medical report." —
To ensure that her grandmother was treated immediately, Amaranta immediately handed over her grandmother's medical report to the doctor. After briefly scanning him, the doctor told him, "Let's admit her first!"
Amaranta was in such an anxious state that he didn't know what to do. Registering for admission to the hospital required an advance payment if you do not have health insurance, however, Grandma had left her bank book at the bookshop.
Should she return to the bookshop to retrieve the book from the bench?
But then, what about grandma?
"Doctor, can you help me here and move forward and get her admitted? I'll pay later. Would that be possible?
Put on the spot, the doctor responded awkwardly: "I can't do that. You must first pay and then arrange for her to be admitted. That's standard procedure. How could I let you go? What would we do if you left and didn't come back?
They had encountered incidents like this before at the hospital. Abandonment of a sick elderly person was not uncommon!
There have even been cases of abandoned newborns!
She was so desperate that tears began to well up in her eyes. Seemingly out of control, she screamed, "Of course not.
I would never abandon my grandmother! I'm just going back to get the money. If you don't believe me, I can leave my applicant's pass with you as collateral…"
Looking exasperated, the doctor looked at Amaranta and responded, "Young lady, what would you do with her applicant's pass? Please think quickly about this.
If you really don't have the money, then you should wait until your grandmother comes and takes it home. "If you want your grandmother to be treated, then you have to pay to have her admitted."
She was so frantic that her hands were shaking. She definitely wanted her grandmother to be treated.
To the piece of paper David Scott had given him, and he marked her number on it.
The call was quickly answered by someone on the other end.
"Hello. Who are you?"
At the sound of a friendly voice, the floodgates were in the Capital City, which she should call this
Number.
Can you help me please? My grandmother is sick. I need to go look for my grandmother's bank book to withdraw money and pay for her to be admitted to the Hospital.
However, the people here are afraid that I will run away and not return, so they have refused to let me go… But I am not going to run away. I really won't do it.
If you're not sure about me, you could have someone accompany me to the bookshop. I'm just going there to look for the bank book…"
On the other end of the line, IZAN MARSANS could hear the young woman's tearful voice, and he unconsciously softened her tone. Softly, he said, "Now, now, she stops crying. "When you cry and talk at the same time, I can't understand what you're trying to tell me."
«My grandmother is sick. I don't have money to train her in the hospital. I need to go look for my grandmother's bank book and withdraw money for her treatment… »
After Amaranta finished speaking, Izan Marsans finally understood what he was trying to tell her.
«What hospital are you in? "What department?"
Amaranta asked the doctor who was standing to the side and then responded: "First Capital Hospital, in the Admission and Emergency area."
"Alright. Wait for me. I'll come right now."
Amaranta was a little apprehensive. What if he was just giving her false hope and wasn't planning on coming at all?
«Please come. I'll be waiting for you here. I'm wearing a floral print dress and I have blonde hair in two braids… Oh, right, and my name is Amaranta Cid. If you can't find me, just shout my name, and I'll hear you! Please, please come and help me!
After hanging up the phone, Izan Marsans went out, but at this moment, Lydia Marsans stood at the door, crossed her arms, and blocked her exit.
«Stay right there. Where do you think you're going now?
Izan Marsans looked at his sister and said quietly, "Give me your wallet!"
Izan Marsans retrieved his wallet and Lydia handed it to him. "What do you want it for?" she asked.
"To save a life!"
Because the injuries Izan Marsans had recently sustained were serious, the Marsans family had had no choice but to forcibly keep him in the First Hospital for his convalescence.
And Lydia Marsans was the only member of the family who could handle the little overlord.
So, Lydia Marsans visited him daily in the hospital solely to keep an eye on this dominant little brother of hers in case he got up to one of her tricks.
Lydia Marsans followed Izan Marsans to the Admissions and Emergencies department. The moment Izan Marsans crossed the doors of the Admission and Emergency Department, he noticed Amaranta Cid, who was holding her grandmother's hands and crying profusely.
Hazy memories of the night of her injury suddenly floated into his mind.
He remembered the young woman at the rural clinic who pleaded with the doctor, saying in a sweet voice, "Be gentle. "I can't handle the pain!"
And yet, she gave him 600 millilitres of her own blood without blinking.
«AMARANTA CID!»
Upon hearing her name, Amaranta reflexively responded: "Yes, I'm here."
Amaranta Cid looked at Izan Marsans. He was between 1.85 and 1.90 meters tall, had short hair and seemed to be very energetic, in fact, he seemed familiar to her.
He was dressed in the standard patient attire of the First Capital Hospital, but the blue and white striped uniform seemed a little too short, because it exposed most of his calves.
However, even the ugliness of the patient's uniform could do nothing to hide the majestic aura emanating from him.
Amaranta observed him approaching her and asked: "Are you a friend of David Scott? Excuse me, however, I didn't know you were a patient here.
I was really at my wits end and couldn't find anyone to help me. "Can I please bother you to stay here and watch my grandmother while I go out with this nice social worker to get the money…?"
Dimensioning the situation, Lydia Marsans stood behind Izan Marsans in silence.
Izan Marsans felt like kicking himself. David Scott didn't tell her that he had left his cell phone number with the girl who saved him.
If he had known beforehand that the person who called him was the person who had saved his life, then he would have tried to clean himself up a bit before going down to see her! He was reproaching himself.
But now, with his hospital attire, how could she show his heroism? Elegance? Good appearance? Nobility? Damn it, I would charge David for this.
«About money. I'll pay for your grandmother to be admitted, and you can pay me later. Your grandmother collapsed and she is still unconscious.
You must not leave her side! Patients are especially sensitive. If your grandmother wakes up, and she doesn't see you the moment she opens her eyes.
She will definitely think that you have abandoned her…"
Amaranta considered what Izan Marsans said and decided that he was right. "Then I will write you a promissory note."
Izan Marsans rejected his offer. What kind of person did he think she was? —«There is no need to write a promissory note. I trust you".
However, Amaranta was adamant and insisted: "I will certainly write you a promissory note."
With the help of Izan Marsans, the grandmother was quickly admitted to the hospital.
While the doctor was processing the grandmother's admission, Izan was dragged outside by Lidia Marsans, her sister, who thought of Amaranta, acted strange and said: — «Izan, that girl is really young. "How could you do it…"?
Izan Marsans responded tersely: "Sister, what rubbish are you spitting now? That young woman saved my life. If she had not donated blood to me when she was seriously injured, she would not have been able to hold on long enough to be transported to the city hospital.'
"Oh really?" Lydia Marsans didn't believe him.
Growling indignantly, Izan Marsans asked, "Sister, I am your younger brother. Do I look like a monster to you?
«There is some resemblance!» Lydia responded and Izan nearly strangled him to death. On the other hand, if that young lady is the benefactor who saved your life, then we should definitely help her."
«But of course! Repay kindness with kindness. "That is one of the traditional core values of the Marsans family."
Having said that, Izan Marsans Said to Lidia. —"Sister, can I bother you so that this young woman has some daily needs covered, please?"
"I have it. Now leave it in my hands and she goes back to your room. I'll take care of everything okay!
Izan Marsans saw Amaranta, who was in the room. With a hint of regret in her voice, he murmured, "I should have requested a single occupancy room for Grandma.
This type of apartment is shared by three people, and with people coming and going all the time, she won't be able to rest properly…"
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