The daughter was slowly fading away, and the doctors were powerless. Then, one day, a young thief sneaked into her hospital room through the window.
Valentin carefully parked his car in the only available spot near the children's hospital. As if by fate, it was particularly crowded today—cars had filled all the available parking spaces. Every day, he came here as if it were his job: finishing up his work, stopping by his favorite café for a cup of coffee, and rushing to his daughter to spend at least a little time with her. She had been in the clinic for several months.
What exactly was happening with the child, the doctors still couldn't explain. Valentin had shown her to the best specialists, but they kept repeating the same thing: the brain operates on its own, controlling everything else. This drove Valentin crazy.
"You're just hiding your helplessness behind these complicated terms!" he finally snapped.
The doctors just shrugged, lowering their eyes.
"This is the result of colossal stress. The brain creates barriers that we cannot control," one of the doctors tried to explain.
"I don't understand anything! My daughter is fading before my eyes, and you're telling me she can't be cured?! I have money, I'll give everything! For Michelle, I'll give my last!"
"Money is powerless here," the doctor sighed softly.
"Then what will help? Tell me! I'll find it, I'll buy it!"
"It's impossible to buy... Honestly, I don’t even know how to explain it... Something special has to happen. Or, on the contrary, something must not happen, for the body... the brain... to be able to reset itself."
"What are you saying?! Should I go to a healer or something?" Valentin exploded.
The elderly doctor looked at him carefully.
"You know, if you decide to, I won’t even try to stop you. I'll repeat: conventional methods are powerless here. We can only ensure peace, positive emotions... and support the body with medication. And here's something I'll tell you," the doctor lowered his voice, "If I were you, I would leave my daughter in the hospital. She’s been brought in by ambulance twice already. Do you understand? When she falls into that state, by the time we get her here, there's a risk we won't make it in time. But here, under constant supervision, that won’t happen."
Valentin grabbed his head. He was terrified of losing his wife, feeling that it could happen at any moment, and he couldn't imagine how he would survive her passing. Michelle adored her mother, and he... worshiped both of them. Now, he had to forget his own grief and focus on saving his daughter, also named Michelle.
To his surprise, the girl calmly accepted that she would have to stay in the hospital for a long time. She stroked her father’s cheek and quietly said:
"Dad, don't worry so much. I won’t cry, and you’ll be able to work peacefully, instead of sitting at home with me all the time."
Valentin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His eight-year-old daughter spoke as if she were an adult.
"Hold her! Man!" Suddenly, a shout rang out. Valentin flinched and looked toward the noise. A girl was running toward the hospital, gasping for breath, with a puffing security guard from the store chasing her. It seemed she had stolen something. As she ran past Valentin’s car, she cast a fearful glance at him.
"My God... even a bun, you couldn't spare the child?" he muttered, getting out of the car just as the security guard was approaching.
"Stop! Why are you shouting?"
"I’ll deal with you now! Get out of the way!"
Only now did the security guard notice Valentin and his car.
"I need to catch her! She stole..." To be continued...
Valentin carefully parked his car in the only available spot near the children's hospital. As if by fate, it was particularly crowded today—cars had filled all the available parking spaces. Every day, he came here as if it were his job: finishing up his work, stopping by his favorite café for a cup of coffee, and rushing to his daughter to spend at least a little time with her. She had been in the clinic for several months.
What exactly was happening with the child, the doctors still couldn't explain. Valentin had shown her to the best specialists, but they kept repeating the same thing: the brain operates on its own, controlling everything else. This drove Valentin crazy.
"You're just hiding your helplessness behind these complicated terms!" he finally snapped.
The doctors just shrugged, lowering their eyes.
"This is the result of colossal stress. The brain creates barriers that we cannot control," one of the doctors tried to explain.
"I don't understand anything! My daughter is fading before my eyes, and you're telling me she can't be cured?! I have money, I'll give everything! For Michelle, I'll give my last!"
"Money is powerless here," the doctor sighed softly.
"Then what will help? Tell me! I'll find it, I'll buy it!"
"It's impossible to buy... Honestly, I don’t even know how to explain it... Something special has to happen. Or, on the contrary, something must not happen, for the body... the brain... to be able to reset itself."
"What are you saying?! Should I go to a healer or something?" Valentin exploded.
The elderly doctor looked at him carefully.
"You know, if you decide to, I won’t even try to stop you. I'll repeat: conventional methods are powerless here. We can only ensure peace, positive emotions... and support the body with medication. And here's something I'll tell you," the doctor lowered his voice, "If I were you, I would leave my daughter in the hospital. She’s been brought in by ambulance twice already. Do you understand? When she falls into that state, by the time we get her here, there's a risk we won't make it in time. But here, under constant supervision, that won’t happen."
Valentin grabbed his head. He was terrified of losing his wife, feeling that it could happen at any moment, and he couldn't imagine how he would survive her passing. Michelle adored her mother, and he... worshiped both of them. Now, he had to forget his own grief and focus on saving his daughter, also named Michelle.
To his surprise, the girl calmly accepted that she would have to stay in the hospital for a long time. She stroked her father’s cheek and quietly said:
"Dad, don't worry so much. I won’t cry, and you’ll be able to work peacefully, instead of sitting at home with me all the time."
Valentin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His eight-year-old daughter spoke as if she were an adult.
"Hold her! Man!" Suddenly, a shout rang out. Valentin flinched and looked toward the noise. A girl was running toward the hospital, gasping for breath, with a puffing security guard from the store chasing her. It seemed she had stolen something. As she ran past Valentin’s car, she cast a fearful glance at him.
"My God... even a bun, you couldn't spare the child?" he muttered, getting out of the car just as the security guard was approaching.
"Stop! Why are you shouting?"
"I’ll deal with you now! Get out of the way!"
Only now did the security guard notice Valentin and his car.
"I need to catch her! She stole..." To be continued...
The daughter was slowly fading away, and the doctors were powerless. Then, one day, a young thief sneaked into her hospital room through the window.
Valentin carefully parked his car in the only available spot near the children's hospital. As if by fate, it was particularly crowded today—cars had filled all the available parking spaces. Every day, he came here as if it were his job: finishing up his work, stopping by his favorite café for a cup of coffee, and rushing to his daughter to spend at least a little time with her. She had been in the clinic for several months.
What exactly was happening with the child, the doctors still couldn't explain. Valentin had shown her to the best specialists, but they kept repeating the same thing: the brain operates on its own, controlling everything else. This drove Valentin crazy.
"You're just hiding your helplessness behind these complicated terms!" he finally snapped.
The doctors just shrugged, lowering their eyes.
"This is the result of colossal stress. The brain creates barriers that we cannot control," one of the doctors tried to explain.
"I don't understand anything! My daughter is fading before my eyes, and you're telling me she can't be cured?! I have money, I'll give everything! For Michelle, I'll give my last!"
"Money is powerless here," the doctor sighed softly.
"Then what will help? Tell me! I'll find it, I'll buy it!"
"It's impossible to buy... Honestly, I don’t even know how to explain it... Something special has to happen. Or, on the contrary, something must not happen, for the body... the brain... to be able to reset itself."
"What are you saying?! Should I go to a healer or something?" Valentin exploded.
The elderly doctor looked at him carefully.
"You know, if you decide to, I won’t even try to stop you. I'll repeat: conventional methods are powerless here. We can only ensure peace, positive emotions... and support the body with medication. And here's something I'll tell you," the doctor lowered his voice, "If I were you, I would leave my daughter in the hospital. She’s been brought in by ambulance twice already. Do you understand? When she falls into that state, by the time we get her here, there's a risk we won't make it in time. But here, under constant supervision, that won’t happen."
Valentin grabbed his head. He was terrified of losing his wife, feeling that it could happen at any moment, and he couldn't imagine how he would survive her passing. Michelle adored her mother, and he... worshiped both of them. Now, he had to forget his own grief and focus on saving his daughter, also named Michelle.
To his surprise, the girl calmly accepted that she would have to stay in the hospital for a long time. She stroked her father’s cheek and quietly said:
"Dad, don't worry so much. I won’t cry, and you’ll be able to work peacefully, instead of sitting at home with me all the time."
Valentin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His eight-year-old daughter spoke as if she were an adult.
"Hold her! Man!" Suddenly, a shout rang out. Valentin flinched and looked toward the noise. A girl was running toward the hospital, gasping for breath, with a puffing security guard from the store chasing her. It seemed she had stolen something. As she ran past Valentin’s car, she cast a fearful glance at him.
"My God... even a bun, you couldn't spare the child?" he muttered, getting out of the car just as the security guard was approaching.
"Stop! Why are you shouting?"
"I’ll deal with you now! Get out of the way!"
Only now did the security guard notice Valentin and his car.
"I need to catch her! She stole..." 📖 To be continued...
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