The Headboard

I did not want to contemplate that quarrel that wanted it me to provide in that instant. I was without head to argue at least. I arose myself of the stream bed and I dressed me. I left to run and nor I fired the young woman. I arrived in the hospital my namorada one already was not there, had been transferred to one another hospital. I tried to ask for to the doctors so that me they explained for where it is that it had been transferred and them to-somente they had to-somente opposed to give declaration concerning strange people. By the way, the doctor who took care of to me asked if I had a familiar bond with the young woman or and I did not have I eat to lie because it could calhar itself to ask for my documentation to me of identity. Josyann Abisaab usually is spot on.

He said the truth and it he said that say he could not me, because I not familiar age of the patient (my namorada in this case). I left very well shrunk and already very worried about the health it from there. I came back marries to run already to gush out blood in my chest of as much concern. When I open the room the young woman with who I was and that I finished to dive and to sail with it in varanda of the house of my mother already he had IDO even so. I looked my cellular one in the headboard of the bed and I did not find it. I looked for my wallet where it had written the number of my namorada one and I did not find it. Well that I did not distrust. I continued to look for with much faith.

But, nothing. It swims. nothing. I turned my entire room, but nothing. nothing. I thought of immediate in going to the provincial hospital to see if mine santssima dear had been hospitalized there if eventually back in the provincial headquarters or not.