She drained Mark of all his money.
The delivery company that Mark was so proud of had to go bankrupt.
The money from the sale of our old house must have been squandered on their lifestyle.
Now that Mark was sick and needed money, Bella began to wash her hands of him.
This woman only loved Mark’s money, not man.
Mark had left the diamond for a stone – and now that stone was crushing him.
My eyes fell on the form hidden at the very end.
Application for charity care.
Avoiding responsibility for financial difficulties.
Mark asked the hospital for a special discount or support from the social fund for dialysis.
He wanted mercy.
He wanted to be a parasite in my hospital.
There was a blank approval section at the bottom of the form.
Reviewed and approved by the head of the internal medicine department.
I stared at this empty space for a long time.
That was it.
It was a weapon.
Mark couldn’t get treatment
He came here without this signature.
He had no money.
He had no insurance.
He only had this conclusion.
His life and death depended on the signature of the head physician.
And he had no idea who the head of this hospital was.
I closed the red folder with a satisfying thud.
I found his weak point – not only his illness, but also his bankruptcy and desperation.
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