"Ms. Hermosa, please bring your family to the hospital immediately. We have tentatively diagnosed you with stomach cancer..."
I saw a huge LED display in a mall across the street from the hospital.
Above was a photo of Windsor at the airport, and Clement was standing behind her.
I didn't hear what the caller said afterward. I only felt dizziness.
There was a piercing tinnitus in my ears.
Clement's face slowly zoomed in on the display. My heart raced with it, and then it went black.
3.
When I woke up, I was in the hospital. It was already the afternoon of the next day. Xena Quirita was sitting next to me.
Her eyes were red from crying.
"Katherine, I will find the best doctor for you."
I had brought her out of the mountains, and she was now my agent.
I rubbed her head and shook mine gently.
I could only live for a maximum of 10 months without treatment for advanced stomach cancer.
But it was enough for me.
There was a missed call from Clement on my phone.
He had called me at two in the morning.
I called him back.
"Katherine, come back now."
He then hung up the phone.
I stuffed the critical illness notice into my bag. I looked pale in the car window mirror.
Xena took me home.