Part 1
Advertisements
“I can’t stand it anymore! Please take me to the hospital!
The scream of Ricardo Torres went through the morning like a shot.
Advertisements
It was 3:17 when Leonardo Ramírez stopped the military van in front of the emergency room of the General Hospital of Tuxtla Gutierrez. The rain hit the windshield, the red lights of the entrance flashed on the wet pavement and Ricardo, in the uniform soaked in sweat, bent on himself holding a huge, round belly, impossible to hide.
“Help! “” cried Leonardo. A doctor, please!
Advertisements
Dr. Marcos Salcedo ran out of the guard area. He had been attending for fifteen years to emergencies, complicated deliveries, road accidents, machete injuries and crises of all kinds. But nothing prepared him to see a young soldier, with muddy boots and army uniform, shaking with a woman’s womb about to give birth.
“What happened to him?” he asked, kneeling next to the stretcher.
Ricardo had a white face as paper. I could barely breathe.
“Something moves…wlk in here… it hurts me like I’m broken.
The doctor carefully touched that tight belly. He felt a blow from the inside. Then another. It stayed icy.w
Leonardo looked at him desperately.
Doctor, he’s a man. I’ve known him since the Military Academy. It can’t be what you’re thinking.
Advertisements
“I’m not thinking anything yet,” Marcos replied, though his eyes said otherwise. Take him to ultrasound. Now.
As they moved down the hall, some nurses stopped. A soldier with a giant belly, moaning as if he were in labor, was a scene that no one could understand. Ricardo squeezed Leonardo’s hand so hard that he left his white knuckles.
“Don’t let them call the captain,” he whispered.
What?
“Promise me.
Leonardo didn’t understand anything. Eight months ago they had left a base together in Puebla for a special training in the Selva Lacandona, in Chiapas. From day one, Richard had been strange. More quiet. More nervous. He said he had had an accident before traveling and had lost some of his memory. At first Leonardo believed it, but over the months began the angers, nausea, fainting and that belly that grew week after week.
The other soldiers were making fun.
“Look, Torres seems pregnant.
Ricardo crouched his gaze and kept walking, his jaw tight.
Now, in front of the ultrasound screen, all the jokes became a nightmare.
Dr. Marcos slid the transducer over the abdomen. The image took a few seconds to clear. Then two small silhouettes appeared, perfectly formed, moving inside Ricardo.
The nurse released a rosary.
“Holy God…
The doctor swallowed saliva.
There are two babies. Two hearts beating.
Leonardo backed up, taking a hand to his mouth.
“No… that can’t be.
Richard closed his eyes. A tear crossed his temple.
I can’t hide it anymore.
A violent contraction arched his body. The monitor started ringing urgently.
“O.D.,” the doctor ordered. We have to get those babies out now.
Leonardo ran next to the stretcher.
“Ricardo, look at me. What’s going on?
Ricardo could barely open his eyes.
“Forgive me, Leo.
Why?
