El mal ajeno Page #2

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Why not come with me to the hospital

for a check-up?

If someone has to stick their finger

in my ass, I want it to be you.

Did you think I'd let you

stay with me for free?

No, not for free.

I'm doing it for you,

so you won't be alone.

Yeah, right.

Maybe you're the one who doesn't...

Your prostate has grown.

The middle partition

- is gone.

- And the consistency?

It's elastic.

- Any trouble urinating?

- No.

It looks like a simple adenoma.

But like I said, I'm no expert.

Yeah.

I noticed exactly the same thing.

You already examined yourself?

You're damn right.

I'm a doctor.

Then why ask me to?

Always get a second opinion.

You're coming to the hospital

tomorrow for a biopsy...

No, damn it.

I've spent my entire life

in a hospital.

I'm sick of it. I won't go.

You want me to stick my finger

in your ass every day?

Of course not.

Just Sundays and holidays.

I'll check the calendar.

Can you wait outside a moment?

Excuse me.

Are you a relative of Sara's?

No.

I'm Armand Garcia's wife.

Armand?

Then what was Sara's relationship

with him?

That's what I'd like to know.

Is her illness serious?

She has multiple sclerosis.

How far along is she?

Almost 7 months.

Is it Armand's?

That's what he told me.

Armand traveled a lot for his job.

Well, that's what he told me.

He wasn't supposed to be

in Madrid that day.

When the hospital called,

I couldn't believe it.

I thought it was a mistake,

that it was someone else.

Why did you come here?

She won't be able to help you.

I don't think he killed himself

for love. He wasn't like that.

This isn't a leg!

This is a piece of sh*t!

Excuse me.

This is f***ing bullshit!

A leg my ass!

- I can't handle this guy.

- Here.

Carlos, what's the problem?

Take that leg and use it to kick

whoever made it in the balls.

Where'd you get it, the flea market?

It hurts me.

That's normal at first.

- You have to get used to it.

- Yeah, right.

Before you cut off the other one.

It really f***ing hurts.

Give me something.

- You've been given your medication.

- Give me more.

- Have you examined him?

- Yes.

What do you see?

- A f***ing cripple, that's what.

- I was asking him.

It's bruised,

cold and without a pulse.

Five years of med school

to tell me that?

- Seven.

- And?

There's vasculitis

- and it's cutting the circulation.

- Come on.

Whatever you gotta say,

say it to my f***ing face!

- You really want to hear it?

- Yeah.

You're amputating

the other one, right?

Your leg has 4 weeks left, tops.

But that's not what worries me now.

Your left fingers have ulcers.

Ischemia is setting in the arm.

Give him lloprost

and have them run an angiogram.

Juanjo, for God's sake...

What are you doing here?

I came to see you.

Since you moved out, I never see you.

Well, I never saw you before either.

What's wrong?

Why aren't you at school?

Don't worry, I can take a look at her.

What for?

It burns and itches a lot.

Who said you could get

a piercing?

Look, Dad.

I'm just being a rebellious teenager.

I'm very traumatized

- by your separation.

- Okay, let me see it.

No, Dad.

I want another doctor.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Great. The reunion.

- What's wrong with her?

Her piercing got infected.

Did you know she got a piercing?

No. Ainhoa, take off

- your shirt.

- It's not my belly button.

Where is it?

I can't believe it.

Aihnoa.

A little below my belly button, Dad.

I'll go find someone.

Take a deep breath.

I don't hear any wheezing.

- Maybe your problem is up here.

- Dad, stop.

When did these symptoms begin?

After the parking lot.

After that or after

you got separated?

It was the same day.

That's why I'm asking, son.

Since I was a kid,

I never wanted to be like you.

Congratulations, you got your wish.

You think so?

Doctor, father at twenty

and alone before forty.

Sound familiar?

The difference is,

I was a good doctor,

a good father

and a good husband.

And you...

You're much better looking.

How is she?

The same.

I have Ainhoa's test results.

The piercing isn't what caused

the infection.

Then what did?

- Don't ask what. Ask who.

- Gonorrhea?

Bullshit.

- You knew she was having sex?

- She's 17 years old.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Yes, of course I knew.

Sh*t.

What I didn't know was

without a condom.

What are you doing here?

And smoking?

They say it's good for cancer.

- That it eases the pain.

- You don't have cancer.

Wanna hit?

No, I'm working.

Take a hit, man.

Who cares if you screw up?

We're all half-dead anyway.

I see you're feeling better.

Yes, I am.

I don't know what you gave me

yesterday,

but I'm about a zero on that

"Manchowski" scale of yours.

The pain will come back.

I know.

I know the pain will come back.

Everything will come back,

except my leg and my wife.

No?

Let me relax a little.

Use a little psychology.

Ask me how I feel,

why she left me...

Ask me about the inside.

Okay, Carlos.

Tell me.

How are you doing?

How do you feel?

Why did your wife leave you?

And inside,

how are you doing?

Well...

I'm glad you asked, doctor.

Well,

one week after

my leg got amputated,

more or less,

my wife moved in with her mother.

She said I was being unbearable.

I've been unbearable my whole life.

That's true.

In any case,

thanks for asking.

It's a nice gesture.

I see you're getting used to the leg.

I'll take you dancing

some time.

Here.

You need to loosen up.

From one dealer to another.

They're the keys to her house.

I'm sure of it.

- What do you want me to do?

- You're her doctor.

You know where she lives.

Shouldn't you forget all this

and move on with your life?

What time is it?

Half past twelve.

In half an hour my hands

will start shaking,

but only for a little while,

until I drink something.

After that I'll be fine.

I started drinking because I was lonely.

Now I realize that wasn't why.

It was because of Armand.

He's not here anymore.

It's time to free yourself.

My husband was the only thing

that mattered to me for 20 years.

20 years.

I need to know what I did wrong.

What have we got?

Car accident. Just married,

on their way to the banquet,

rammed by a truck from behind.

- Gemma, saline.

- Injuries?

Severe head trauma

and a fractured jaw.

I need help tubing him.

- Glasgow?

- Three.

He's brain dead.

Try and stabilize him.

He can donate

- his organs.

- Heart rate is 30.

- Saturation dropping to 60.

- It's stopping. Juanjo,

- give me an 8 inch tube.

- They're bringing in the bride.

- We need a hand.

- Go ahead, I'll stay here.

Let's go.

Come on!

Put on some gloves.

Focus on what you're doing.

Here.

What are you doing?

Why your fingers?

I'm trying to reach a jaw fragment

but there's no way.

Wasn't he stopping?

Yeah.

The frequency is rising.

50, 60...

That's impossible.

Saturation too.

51...

This thing is busted.

Get Tariq.

Right away.

Hello?

If you can hear me, nod.

Relax.

You're going to be fine.

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