They were milling around for the city for about two hours.
"It's best if we split up!"
Nurse Jackson suggested. Doctor McAndrew nodded in agreement.
"Maybe we should inform the police and reporting missing!"
Nurse Jackson looked at him fierce.
"Don't give ourselves up so soon, Doctor McAndrew! You look at the bus station, I make a phone call to Brittany: maybe Jordi is back in the hospital!"
Adam accepted that solution unconvinced and, oblivious to the rain, ran towards the bus station.
Dena's insight was correct: Jordi was sitting on a bench and trembling, wrapped in the coat. The doctor hurried anxiously: he couldn't tell if the boy was conscious.
Adam breathed a sigh of relief.
"Jordi?"
The young man raised his eyes glazed with fever.
"Damn it! You're all wet!"
Adam came out to rescue him but Jordi stiffened.
"Don't touch me! Stay away from me!"
He screamed then staggered.
"Let's talk, Jordi! Where the hell did you want to go?"
"I wanted to go back to Mexico but…If I go back there I will die. My abuela will not make me care! I'm not important enough for her. No one wants me: my mom, Emma…you! I'm a horrible person. If only the cancer kill me…I'm a weight to all!"
"You're saying a bunch of nonsense. You are important for me…ok?"
"Liar! You didn't want me even as your patient. I can't trust anyone! I'm alone."
Jordi turned to go but he had fainted.
"Jordi? Jordi?"
The doctor rushed to the rescue him. Then called 911 and nurse Jackson.
"Our worst nightmare came true!"
He said, touching a Jordi's pale check.
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