Corazon culpa

Chapter 10

The next day, I just put up a painting Diego gave me on the wall of my room. I watched for a moment the meaning of the painting but, the more I looked, the more dizzy I became.

I took my eyes off the painting. I'll go to the kitchen sink to wash the dirty dishes then prepare to go to the hospital.

Because of the vitamin c moment yesterday with Diego, my leg didn't hurt anymore. Now, I can put my clean dishes on the shelf while practicing ballet dancing.

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Luca is done getting ready. Her hair was neat, her rolled up painting had already entered the backpack and her watch had shown it at ten.

Especially what he wanted to wait for. It's time for Luca to walk the streets full of joy. He would smile all the way while dancing occasionally. The Latin song, colgando en tus manos, sung by Carlos Baute and Marta Sinchez still danced in his ears. The song rhymed casually and that spirit made his heart blossom like a teenager who had just fallen in love.

How not to act like a teenager, Luca likes to commit street violations. He crossed the street anywhere. Normally a Swede would obey the rules but, he broke those rules just to get to my apartment faster.

'Ella, Elle. Buenos Dias's.' Luca bent his knees while unrolling the painting he carried inside his backpack.

I was quite surprised at the change in his attitude. I repeatedly knocked on my own forehead and shook my head. Maybe it's my hallucination.

I was wrong big. Turns out it was really Luca, I went up to him, took his paper and rolled it up.

"Can we talk for a second ?." Luca woke up from bending his knees.

"Can you explain why this can be brought to me ?. Please Luca. Don't make me your fan anymore."

Arriving at the hospital, I immediately filed my complaint with Doctor Rafael. I showed my feet that dance well and my path is normal. The experienced doctor was happy to see my change.

The bandage that wrapped my leg was immediately released. The doctor examined the wound and he only needed to pat the hansaplast to seal the still-wet scar. Worried that street dust is worsening my wound condition.

The doctor's attention was directed at Luca. He is very much waiting for the decision of what the former musician will take. Doctors hope vocal cord therapy can be done immediately.

I saw Luca looking down saddened at Doctor Rafael's advice. I couldn't bear to scold him like that this morning. Usually if Diego doesn't talk to me, I'll hold his hand to calm him down. If it works on Luca it means that the formula also means something to the others.

"Luca agrees to vocal cord therapy, doc. Prepare everything. We'll try our best to support you."

Luca saw my attention on him. As I held her hand while reassuring the doctor, Luca began to make a monologue in his silence.

'He cares about me. How could I have dumped her little voice on social media back then ?. If only I had met early before the war playing social media and banishing you from meeting fans at a music store, maybe my story and your story were different. I realized that losing my vocal cords was the result I received after harming a good girl's intentions.'

Luca's monologued inner voice immediately came to a halt after I removed my grip from him. He also saw that I was in agreement and shaking with the doctor. He said, before Luca started to part with me, the therapy would start after the ballet competition.

Before I actually parted with Luca at the hospital, I ventured into hugging him. Hugs are nothing but caring hugs.

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