—Doctor, please… I’m desperate. My baby… is fading away.
Carmeп asiпtió, siпtieпdo esa empagia iпmediata qυe пo distiпgυe marcas пi apellidos.
—Let me carry it.
When she lifted him, the baby’s body weighed like a sigh. Too light. And what unsettled her most was not just his thinness: it was his calmness. Sebastian didn’t cry.
He didn’t protest. He looked at her with big, dark eyes… not with pain, not with resignation, as if he had already learned that asking was useless.
Carmen examined her: normal heart, clear lungs, no masses in her abdomen, no rashes on her skin. There was nothing “clinically spectacular” to justify that weight loss. She asked for tests, studies, resomnologies. All “normal”.
—¿Qυé come? —pregυпtó.
—Imported formula, the best kind—Valeria replied. —And baby food. He eats well. He doesn’t refuse it.
—And their evacuations?
—Normal— said Eduardo, impatiently. —They’ve already examined him by fifteen doctors.
