Nurses start to GET PREGNANT when caring for a patient in a coma. But when you notice a detail…

All the nurses who cared for a comatose patient for more than 10 years started getting pregnant one by one leaving the doctor in charge intrigued. But when he decided to install a secret camera in the hospital room and realized what was going on with the nurses and the comatose man, every time he wasn’t around, he called the police in desperation. Run to the hospital now. Run, it’s an emergency. Doctor, I think I think I’m feeling bad.

My stomach is upset and I’m dizzy. Excuse me, please. Nurse Jessica said putting her hand to her mouth. Her breathing was short, as if she was about to vomit. In an almost desperate impulse, she ran down the hospital corridor towards the bathroom, leaving behind only the hurried echo of her footsteps. Dr. Emanuel followed the scene with his eyes wide open, full of tension. He stood still for a few moments and then looked to the side.

There was the bed in room 208, where Ricardo, a man who had been in a coma for more than 10 years, was resting. The silence of the room seemed even heavier in the face of this strange situation. My God, don’t let it be what I’m thinking,” Emanuel muttered to himself, almost unaware that he had spoken aloud. He took a deep breath and stood there alone next to the sleeping patient. While he waited for the nurse to return, he kept an eye on the devices, the wires, and the faint sound of the heart monitor, as if he were looking for some relief from the uncomfortable sensation that was beginning to invade his thoughts.

A few minutes later, Jessica reappeared. Her expression was more serene, but her eyes betrayed that something was still not right. Are you feeling better, Jessica? The doctor asked in a tone of sincere concern. The young nurse approached slowly, adjusting her wrinkled gown and answered. I got a little dizzy and a strong nausea. I had to run to the bathroom, but I’m a little better now. Doctor, can we continue? It was nothing serious. Emanuel nodded, but the discomfort in his mind continued.

Even so, she preferred to continue with the procedures. She approached the patient and announced in a firm voice for her team to maintain order. Now we are going to change the serum. Jessica obediently went ahead of her superior’s orders, but as soon as she raised her hand to touch the IV holder that fed Ricardo, a sharp twinge pierced her stomach. The nurse suddenly bent over bringing her hands to her abdomen without being able to control herself, she vomited right there on the cold and white floor of the hospital room.

“Sorry, doctor, he came suddenly,” she said embarrassedly, hurriedly wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her gown. The doctor was frightened and immediately approached, holding her in his arms, giving her support. Jessica, for God’s sake, can’t work like this. What are you really feeling? Tell me now. Her voice sounded firm, but also full of affection and a concern that she tried not to show too much. The nurse shook her head and still weakly tried to explain.

 

I’m fine, Dr. Emanuel. It was just nausea, but it’s over. I clean this up myself. Trying to pull away, Jessica wanted to let go, but Emanuel held her arms firmly, preventing her from falling. He noticed that her legs were shaking slightly and that her balance was about to break. No, Jessica, she’s not well at all. Right now I’m taking her to my office and going to examine her. In the meantime, I’ll ask someone to clean up here.” The nurse, still preoccupied with her responsibilities, tried to argue in a trembling voice.

And the patient, doctor and Ricardo, we have to take care of him. It’s time for medication. Emanuel sighed deeply, but responded firmly. At this point you should only worry about yourself. I’m going to ask nurse Tamara to give the medication and supervise everything. Focus on yourself. We need to understand the cause of this sudden discomfort. As he helped her to her feet, a cleaning worker quickly entered the room to deal with the mess on the floor. A few minutes later Tamara appeared.

The nurse, known for her sweetness and dedication, had a friendly smile on her face, but the detail that attracted the most attention was her belly, already bulging with about 5 months of pregnancy, well visible under the light uniform. “Did you send for me, Drctor Emanuel?” asked Tamara, always helpful. The doctor, still holding Jessica by the shoulder, explained in a serious tone. Nurse Jessica felt sick. I need her to finish giving the medication to the patient and monitor him while I take her to do some tests.

At that moment, something silent happened. Tamara looked directly at Jessica. It was a quick, almost imperceptible, but intense look. There was a secret there, something that needed no words to be transmitted. Then she turned her eyes to Ricardo, lying on the bed, immobile for so many years. Finally he looked at the doctor again and replied in a firm voice. Of course, doctor, rest assured. I take care of everything here. Emanuel gestured and led Jessica out of the room. A short time later, already in his office, the doctor asked the nurse to sit down.

With the instruments ready on the table, he began to examine it. Jessica, however, did not seem at all satisfied with that decision. Doctor, are you sure this is needed? It was just a discomfort. I swear to you, I’m fine,” she said, trying to minimize the situation. Emanuel sighed resting his hands on the counter and replied, “Jessica, excuse me, but as a doctor I have a motto. I can’t pretend I didn’t see someone feel bad.” And besides, it is not the first time. I’ve been noticing for days that you have nausea, dizziness.

We need to investigate this thoroughly. The nurse tried to insist with an almost pleading look. I know it’s nothing, doctor, it’s just stress. I’m going through some personal issues and that ended up affecting my body. But it’s nothing serious. I just want to get back to work. Really, I’m fine. The doctor, however, looked at her with increasing seriousness. His tone dropped, but it was heavy with a weight that made the air in the office seem even thicker. It happens, Jessica, that it seems that I am seeing the same story repeat.

The same thing happened with Tamara and Violeta, all the nurses who approached the patient in room 208. The words hung in the air, shrouded in mystery, as if opening a door to a dark secret. Before the doctor finished his sentence, Jessica interrupted him with a broken voice full of fear. He’s saying that I’m pregnant. Is that it. Silence took over the office for a moment. Emanuel took a deep breath, leaning against the table, as if seeking strength before uttering those words.

It’s been many years in the profession, girl. I know very well the signs of a pregnancy, even in the early stages. The doctor’s words flashed through Jessica’s mind like lightning. She was silent, staring at him, her eyes full of tears, unable to formulate an immediate answer. Meanwhile, Emanuel continued with conviction. We need to confirm that. We will have to take a pregnancy test. Jessica’s reaction was almost automatic. he immediately denied. Doctor, you don’t need to. I swear not.

I don’t even have a boyfriend, nor have I been romantically involved with anyone. There is not the slightest chance that she is pregnant. There is no way. Emanuel listened to her in silence, but his countenance was still suspicious. After a few seconds, she replied firmly, “Perfect, if you are so sure, then there is no need to fear the test. We’ll do it just to be calm.” Okay? The young woman bit her lips nervously. His desire was to shout no and run away, but he knew that he would never be able to escape from that office without the doctor performing the tests.

With no alternative, she just nodded her head, surrendered to Emanuel’s determination. Wasting no time, the doctor picked up the small portable rapid testing device. He asked for the nurse’s hand and carefully made a small puncture in one of his fingers. A drop of blood was collected and placed on the reader. The doctor adjusted the device and muttered, “Now we only need to wait a few minutes.” The office fell into an eerie silence. As he stared at the device, Emanuel couldn’t control the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind.

His eyes, fixed on the still-dimmed screen of the test, reflected the doubt that gnawed at his interior. One more. No, please, make a mistake this time. My God, let me be wrong. The minutes dragged on like an eternity until finally the result appeared. Emanuel shuddered at the see. He was paralyzed, unable to articulate anything as his heart raced in his chest. Anxious, Jessica broke the silence. So, doctor, I’m not pregnant, am I? Unable to formulate an answer, Emanuel turned the visor toward the nurse.

She swallowed. I didn’t need any explanation. He knew that device well. The screen was undoubtedly positive. No, no, this must be wrong. I can’t be pregnant. There is no way. Jessica exclaimed, putting her hands to her head, feeling her legs falter. Emanuel approached slowly. His eyes locked onto hers as if they wanted to pierce her soul. Jessica, you are the third nurse I have put in charge of the patient in room 208. A man who has been in a coma for almost 10 years and all of you, you were all single, without any love affair with a man and all of you, you all got pregnant.

Tell me the truth, what’s going on in that room when I’m not looking? Why do all nurses get pregnant when they go there? Frightened, Jessica backed away in the chair, moving away from him as if she needed air. I don’t know. I shouldn’t even be pregnant, doctor. This test has to be wrong. I need to go. I can’t stay here. Overcome with despair, the nurse got up in a hurry. Emanuel tried to stop her by extending his arm, but she quickly escaped and left the office, leaving only the echo of her hurried footsteps echoing down the hallway.

The doctor stood still for a few moments, immersed in gloomy thoughts. Then, as if drawn by an uncontrollable impulse, he walked slowly towards room 208. When he entered, he found a disturbing scene. Not only Tamara was there, but also Violeta, another nurse at the hospital. Both worked near the bed of patient Ricardo. And like Tamara, Violeta also showed a pregnant belly under the uniform. Emanuel stood still at the door watching. Finally, Tamara raised her eyes and noticed it. Did something happen, doctor?

He seems scared by something, she said as she adjusted the IV holder. The doctor slowly approached. He looked first at Ricardo, motionless on the bed, breathing only with the help of the devices. Then he looked away at the nurses’ bulging bellies. The tension was unbearable. Tamara, Violeta, I can’t stand this doubt anymore. I need to know the truth. Tell me, who is the father of those babies? Who helped them conceive these children? The two nurses froze, stood motionless, exchanging a charged look.

Her hands instinctively rested on their bellies as if they wanted to protect them. But none of them responded. The silence was more deafening than any scream. But to understand that mystery, why all the nurses who entered the room, 208 of them became pregnant, it was necessary to go back in time, to go back a few months. At the time, Dr. Emanuel, a renowned physician and national reference in the treatment of comatose patients, was in his office at the National Hospital for Neurological Trauma.

The atmosphere, full of medical books and medical records, exuded the routine of someone accustomed to dealing with extreme cases. The phone on his desk rang, interrupting his concentration. A patient transfer in a coma for almost 10 years. I agree. You can send it here, Dr. Eponina. I’ll be waiting. Thank you, he replied before hanging up. Shortly afterwards he heard soft knocks on the door. Go ahead, Emanuel said. The door opened and revealed Tamara’s figure. Young, in her early 30s, she was already known for her efficiency and loyalty.

She had been working with him at the hospital for almost a decade. In his hands he carried a steaming cup of coffee. Excuse me, doctor. I prepared a coffee and since I know he likes it, I brought it to him. Manuel gave a faint tired smile and thanked him. Thank you, Tamara, always so attentive. She smiled shyly and replied, it’s nothing, doctor. He was already going to prepare for me. It cost nothing to do to you too. The woman paused briefly, took a deep breath, and then changed the subject.

Take advantage of the fact that the hospital is quieter this week, because this is not always the case. Dr. Emanuel brought the cup of coffee to his lips and took a small sip, letting the heat of the liquid go down his throat. Then he spoke in a serious tone. But for a short time, Tamara. I just got a call from Dr. Eponina. We will have a transfer shortly. It is a patient in a coma. It seems that he has been in that state for almost 10 years. They send it here.

to see if any of the treatment methods we have in the hospital work, but honestly I find it difficult. Do you know that the more time passes, the harder it is to wake a patient up from a coma? And the saddest thing is that he is a young man. The doctor said that he is in his early 30s and being in a coma for so long seems that his own family no longer visits him. He sighed deeply, staring at nothing for a few seconds before concluding.

Well, let’s see what we can do. Tamara watched the doctor carefully and opened a confident smile. I’m sure you’ll be well treated, doctor. There’s no neurologist like you. You are the best when it comes to comatose patients. We have already seen several awaken under his care. Who knows if this one, even after 10 years, won’t wake up too? The doctor, although attached to science, had faith as an inseparable part of his life. With a serene look, he replied, “Yes, for God nothing is impossible.

But that’s it. Tomorrow we will have a new patient. The nurse nodded firmly. And you can count on me to help with your care, doctor. The day passed normally. Emanuel continued with his routine in the hospital, attending consultations, visiting and accompanying other cases. But at the same time, she had already asked the nursing team to prepare room 208, the space that would receive the new patient. The doctor had no idea that in a few months that simple room would become the epicenter of a mystery that would change his life and that of many nurses forever.

The next morning, Emanuel was in his office reviewing some medical records when he heard knocking on the door. When I opened it, Tamara was there again, in a bit of a hurry. Dr. Emanuel, I come to report that the ambulance with the patient has just arrived. The doctor raised his eyebrows, adjusted the gown and answered, perfect. It will be placed in room 208. Go along with the process for me, Tamara. I need to go first to Doña Conceis’s room and then I will go to 208. With a willing smile, the nurse replied, “Sure, doctor.” Emanuel then continued down the corridors to Mrs. Conceison’s room,

a lady who was battling Guillan Barré syndrome, a rare autoimmune disease in which the immune system attacks the peripheral nerves. She had been in a coma in the early stages of the disease, but thanks to treatment she was slowly recovering. Upon entering the room, the doctor asked in a friendly and encouraging tone, “How are you today, Mrs. Conceisao?” The patient, a sweet-looking lady with a firm voice, replied, “I’m fine, doctor. I’m already managing to move my feet a little.

I am doing physiotherapy as you ordered. Emanuel smiled satisfied with the progress. Excellent. Continue so you will soon be discharged. You can then continue the treatment at home close to the family. After reviewing the tests and prescribing the appropriate medication, Emanuel said goodbye and continued to room 208. As I walked through the corridors of the hospital, I reflected. 10 years in a coma. If he did not do frequent physical therapy, this patient must be completely stunted. Fragile muscles, weakened body. I need to be prepared for a delicate picture.

But as soon as he entered the room, the scene before his eyes almost threw him off balance. The shock took his breath away. But how? How is this possible?” he muttered incredulously, slowly approaching the bed. There lay the new patient, a young-looking man, in his early 30s, with sonroada skin, defined muscles, as if he had just come out of a gym. The body was strong, healthy, vigorous. Nothing reminded anyone in a coma for a decade. He really looked like just a resting athlete taking a quiet nap.

Emanuel put his hand to his mouth dumbfounded. This patient, in a coma for 10 years? He asked, still not believing what he saw. Tamara, who was following the scene closely, confirmed with a slight nod. Yes, doctor, that same one. From what I saw in the documentation, his name is Ricardo. Stunned, Emanuel walked over to the bed, reached out, and ran his fingers carefully over the patient’s arm, then over the firm abdomen. But this, this is incredible.

A patient in a coma for so long should have a swollen abdomen, atrophied muscles, thin arms. How can he present this physical bearing after all these years? How? Tamara also looked at Ricardo equally impressed. Really, doctor, I was surprised too. We are used to dealing with weakened, fragile people, but this man seems to be just sleeping. He paused slightly, took a deep breath, and continued with his eyes fixed on the patient. It’s like you yourself said, there are things that can only be a miracle of God.

Maybe this man is one of those miracles and now with his treatment, who knows if he won’t wake up? The doctor remained completely open. He observed every detail of the patient’s body and the more he analyzed, the more the feeling of being in front of something out of the ordinary grew. I couldn’t associate that man with the image of someone in a coma for 10 long years. Tamara, I want to follow this case closely, very closely. I want all possible exams, CT scans, complete analyses.

This is a very rare case. There is something different about this patient, something we need to understand. Determined, the nurse answered without hesitation. Okay, doctor. I will prepare all the exams myself and from now on I offer to be Ricardo’s responsible nurse if you allow it. Of course, I want to help in any way that is necessary. Emanuel looked at her thoughtfully and finally agreed. Of course. I’m going to put on record that you’ll be Ricardo’s responsible nurse. He did not imagine that this decision, apparently simple and practical, would become one of the biggest mistakes of his career.

In a few months, he would bitterly regret having conceded so much responsibility. That same day, alone in his office, Dr. Emanuel remained restless. The shock of seeing a patient in a coma for so long, but with such an unusual physical bearing, did not leave his mind. As he separated medical records and prepared test requests, he spoke to himself in a low voice, as if seeking to convince himself of something. I still don’t understand it. How can someone be in a coma for so long and still have that body?

This makes no sense. It doesn’t make any sense. He ran his hand through his hair, restless, as if trying to find explanations in the void. After a few seconds he decided. I need to call Dr. Eponina. I have to understand Ricardo’s story better. What happened to him? How did you take care of it all these years? That alone can justify such an unusual physical state. He reached for the phone on the table, but before he dialed the number he heard soft knocks on the door.

Go ahead, he said without hiding a certain impatience. The door opened slowly and Tamara appeared in her usual attentive way. Doctor, I interrupted something. I was going to make a call. Emanuel straightened up in his chair, adjusting his expression. I was about to call Dr. Eponina. I need to clarify some doubts about Ricardo. I confess that I am still surprised with his condition. It is not possible for someone in a coma to maintain muscles for so long. skin and vitality that way. Tamara took a few steps and placed a notebook full of notes on the table.

His gaze was serious, but he also showed pride in what he had prepared. Well, that’s exactly what I was thinking about and I came to show you this. Emanuel frowned curiously. The nurse, in turn, opened the notebook revealing pages full of questions organized by topic. I took advantage of the time I was alone in the room observing the patient and made a list of questions, all related to Ricardo’s physical condition. If you want, you can add more. I thought maybe it would be better for me to talk to Dr. Eponina myself.

I know how much work you have and how many patients depend on your care here at the hospital. I can even personally go to the hospital where he came from, ask everything, and bring him the answers. In the meantime, you continue to prepare exam applications. I imagine there are many. Emanuel scratched his chin thoughtfully. He preferred to solve it personally, but he had to admit it. He was overworked. Tamara’s suggestion seemed practical. He took a deep breath and said, “Always thinking about everything, Tamara.” She wrote her own additional questions in the notebook and returned it to the nurse.

Shortly after, Tamara left for the patient’s hospital of origin. About an hour and a half later, he returned to the office with the answers carefully written down. She placed the notebook on the table and spoke still agitated. Doctor, I spoke with Dr. Eponina. She confirmed, it’s really a deep coma. As for the physical condition, he could not explain. He said they conducted several tests over the years, but found no answers. That is precisely why they decided to transfer you here in the hope that you would be able to better understand this case.

Emanuel flipped through the pages and read carefully, shook his head, and muttered, “Well, then we’ll start from scratch. No problem. I have already requested all possible tests. Let’s see what the CT scan and other tests tell us. She showed the list of tests to the nurse, but to her surprise, soon after Tamara returned bringing some preliminary results. Emanuel leaned over the reports and spoke gravely. Here it shows that brain activity is almost zero, confirming the coma, but none of the other tests explain his physical condition.

Nothing justifies this healthy body. The nurse crossed her arms still looking at the leaves. Well, doctor, it seems that this will be a case that will have to be studied very well. Maybe it takes time. He just nodded in frustration. The doubt remained like a shadow that did not leave his mind. Throughout the first month, the routine remained in that enigmatic cycle. Emanuel conducted tests, analyzed reports, compared results. But in each new examination the finding was the same. Ricardo remained in a deep coma.

Nothing indicated any neurological change. Stranger still, nothing explained how that body seemed stronger and stronger, more shapely, almost as if it were developing naturally. That mystery, however, soon gave rise to something even more disturbing. One morning, while taking care of Ricardo, Tamara began to feel bad. Emanuel, who was in the room, immediately sensed his pallor and the cold sweat that ran down his forehead. The nurse was holding her belly in fear. Worried, the doctor immediately took her to the office and performed the necessary tests.

Minutes later, with the results in hand, Emanuel announced surprised. Tamara. You’re pregnant. Congratulations. But tell me, who’s the lucky one? I didn’t know you were engaged. The doctor’s words were met with a disconcerting silence. The nurse, after taking a deep breath, replied in a low but firm voice. I’m not engaged, doctor. I am single and have no idea how this child was conceived in my womb. I haven’t been in contact with anyone for a long time. I really don’t know how this happened.

Emanuel looked at her silently, trying to take in what he had heard. But before I could ask any more, Tamara completed excitedly. But if it really is true, then I can only accept. For me this baby is a gift from God, a gift that I receive with gratitude. The doctor was intrigued, disturbed, but decided not to insist. He preferred to believe that Tamara could have discreetly been involved with someone and did not want to talk about it. Still, strangeness remained a weight on his heart.

Well, be that as it may, Tamara, I wish you to have a smooth pregnancy, but I also need to think about who will be able to replace you when the time comes for your leave. mainly in the care with the patient in room 208. It was at that moment that the nurse, still discreetly holding her belly, took courage and spoke firmly. But I do not intend to go away so soon, doctor. I’m going to continue to take care of everything here as long as I can. Emanuel, sitting behind the desk, folded his hands and nodded, although he was not entirely convinced.

Even so, Tamara, pregnancy is something unpredictable. One moment you can be fine and the next you can’t. We need to have another trained nurse to fill in for you if needed. Either at the beginning of pregnancy, when nausea is more frequent, or later when the baby is born. Tamara took a deep breath, acknowledging the doctor’s concern, and replied, “It’s okay, doctor. If you consider it necessary, what do you think of Nurse Violeta? She has been very willing. If she wants, I can train her myself.

Emanuel raised his eyebrows, showing immediate distrust. Nurse Violeta, but she is not the one who started working here just a few months ago. I don’t know if it would be right to put such a new professional in a case that requires as much attention and study as the one in room 208. Tamara went ahead trying to convince the doctor. Yes, doctor, but even in this short time I had several opportunities to talk and work with her. Violeta really proved to be an exemplary nurse and many times the newest professionals want to show dedication, they want to prove themselves.

It will also be for a short time. When I walk away, I know it will be something brief, not very long. The doctor took a deep breath once more, evaluating the proposal. He finally decided. Okay, Tamara. If you say so, I trust you. We are going to call nurse Violeta to help take care of Ricardo. And so it was. The new nurse began to perform the same duties as Tamara under her direct supervision. Whenever the nausea of pregnancy prevented Tamara from staying in the room, it was Violeta who took over, but never alone.

The two took turns in a scheme that gradually caught the attention of Dr. Emanuel. Meanwhile, the doctor’s mind became a whirlwind of doubts. It wasn’t just Ricardo’s inexplicable physical condition that disturbed him. Tamara’s pregnancy, so sudden and surrounded by strangeness, also worried him. Emanuel didn’t know exactly why, but the situation gave him chills. Time passed and he noticed another disturbing detail. Whenever she appeared in room 208, Tamara and Violeta were there.

It didn’t matter the time, the day or the task. It could be something simple, like measuring pressure or just adjusting a sheet. But the two were always present. One day, as he approached the room, Emanuel announced loudly, “I need to do an extraction on patient 208 for analysis.” But before she could move, Tamara quickly volunteered. “I’ll take care of it, doctor, and I’ll send the sample to the laboratory. You can rest. At first, Emanuel believed that it was only about zeal and professional dedication, but as the days went by, the insistence of both of them to remain in that room seemed exaggerated, almost obsessive.

It was as if there was something there that attracted them inexplicably. It was then that one day when he approached without making a sound, he heard a conversation that left him cold. From inside, Tamara spoke in an anguished tone. I can’t believe you do too, Violeta, but now, how are we both going to get away at the same time? What are we going to explain? And who is going to take care of everything? Violeta, pale, put her hand to her belly and answered with a broken voice.

I wasn’t to blame, Tamara. It just happened just like it happened to you. Tamara replied with a voice full of desperation. It happened that they are going to be suspicious, especially the doctor. He knows that we are both single, that we have no one. How are we going to explain another baby? And the worst thing, if you want the birth to take place here in the hospital, when the children are born, they will find out. Emanuel, who was hiding behind the door, felt his heart race.

He thought to himself in shock. Another pregnant nurse and also single. That is not possible. And what do they mean by when children are born? They are going to find out. What secret is that? Before I could hear more, an accident revealed his presence. His cell phone slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, producing a sharp noise. With no way to turn back, Emanuel pushed open the door and entered the room trying to hide it. At the same moment, the nurses interrupted the conversation.

Feigning naturalness, Tamara stepped forward with a forced smile and took a folder on the table. Dr. Emanuel, it’s good to see you. We have already done all the daily examinations of the patient. Violeta completed by adjusting her gown and avoiding looking directly at the doctor. He remains stable, but unfortunately there is no sign of brain improvement. Emanuel took a deep breath trying to hide the tension he felt. Okay, he replied. And then, with a fixed gaze on Violeta, he asked, “And you, Violeta, are you enjoying working in this area of the hospital?” He expected her to nervously let out something about the pregnancy, but the nurse was brief and controlled.

Yes, doctor, if I like it. He immediately invented some excuse and left the doctor alone with Tamara in the room. Emanuel stood there silently watching Ricardo, but his mind was elsewhere. The conversation he had overheard did not leave his head. In the days that followed, the routine seemed the same, but for the doctor everything had changed. He watched Violeta’s every gesture, Tamara’s every look, trying to decipher what they hid. He was determined to find out if Violet was indeed pregnant too, but he didn’t want to confront her directly.

She feared that a sharp question would lead her to lie. Thus, he preferred to act in silence, observing, analyzing and waiting for the right moment to reveal the secret that those women kept so hard. It didn’t take long for the truth to come out. The first symptoms began to appear mercilessly, dizziness, nausea, constant discomfort and with them the impossible reality was confirmed. Violeta was also pregnant. Grieving, she sought out the doctor and spoke with tears in her eyes. Doctor, I don’t know how this happened.

I really don’t know. Then she took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, and added with determination, “But don’t worry, I’m going to continue working normally. Everything will continue as usual. You can rest assured. I won’t cause any trouble.” Emanuel, however, didn’t let it go. His serious expression made his voice sound harsher than he’d intended. Violeta, that’s not the problem. The problem is the fact that you’re the second nurse to suddenly become pregnant.

“Like Tamara, you claim you don’t know how that child was conceived. Don’t you find that strange?” The young nurse lowered her head, murmuring vague explanations, but nothing was convincing. No words of hers calmed the doctor’s troubled heart. Emanuel felt deep in his chest that there was something dark, something sinister behind these unexplained pregnancies. Still, after listening to the two of them insisting that everything was normal and after saying they didn’t want to comment on the children’s fathers, he decided to try to put the matter aside.

But there was no way out. The topic hammered away at him relentlessly. And for some reason, every time he thought about mysterious pregnancies, the image that emerged was always the same. The patient in room 208, Ricardo. That was when a third bombshell fell on him months later. Another nurse, Jessica, the same one who had despaired after vomiting in front of the patient, also received a positive pregnancy test result. The impact was immediate. Emanuel felt his stomach churn.

No, this isn’t a coincidence. It can’t be. Three nurses, three single women, and all pregnant. Something’s going on. Somehow, the patient in 208 is involved in this madness. She looked at Ricardo lying in the bed, motionless and serene, and murmured in a low voice, almost as if venting. Those nurses are doing something, something they’re not telling me. And my God, let it not be what I’m thinking. Her eyes scanned the man’s defined muscles, his robust body with no signs of atrophy.

The contrast between the healthy appearance and the deep coma was disturbing. Emanuel clenched his fists and decided. He couldn’t bear the weight of doubt any longer. I need to clear this doubt. I can’t bear to keep this inside any longer. The next day, he gathered his courage. He asked the three nurses to go to room 208. There was Tamara, her belly now very visible; Violeta, trying to hide her nausea; and Jessica, still frightened by her own positive result. Tamara, always attentive, went ahead.

“Doctor, do you need anything?” But the answer wasn’t what she expected. Emanuel firmly raised his voice. “What’s happening is that all the nurses who come into this room, who care for patient 208, are mysteriously getting pregnant. The three of you are pregnant, and I know very well that you’re all single. So, tell me, who are the fathers of these children?” Silence dominated the atmosphere. The three nurses glanced at each other quickly, as if searching for a common solution. It was Tamara who broke the silence, trying to sound convincing.

Okay, let’s tell the tale. The truth is, the three of us decided to do independent production. I was the first. I went to a fertility clinic, and when I told them the news, they wanted to too. They came after me, but we didn’t expect us to get pregnant so quickly. Violeta, her voice trembling, joined in the lie, supporting her partner. That’s exactly what happened, Dr. Emanuel. The doctor remained silent for a few seconds, staring at each of them.

Outwardly, she pretended to accept the explanation, but inside, her certainty only grew. This wasn’t true. Something much bigger was hidden. Very well, but the next person to work with patient 208 will be a man, she said firmly. The three nurses looked at each other, hesitated, but nodded almost in unison. Tamara was the one who responded, “Okay, doctor. When that male nurse arrives, we ourselves will teach him everything he needs to know.” Emanuel, however, wasn’t convinced. Something inside him screamed that those pregnancies were directly related to Ricardo.

He felt like every word they said was nothing more than a smokescreen to hide the truth. Then, on an impulse that wasn’t typical of him, he did something risky. He took advantage of a moment when Tamara had left her purse in the room while she took care of business in another area of ​​the hospital. The doctor took a deep breath, looked around, and decided. Tamara has been very strange lately. I didn’t believe that independently produced story. I need to find out what she’s hiding.

With slightly trembling hands, he opened the nurse’s bag. He cautiously searched through it until his fingers touched something unexpected: a photograph. He pulled out the paper, and when his eyes fell upon the image, his breathing became labored. He almost stopped. It was a simple, yet devastating photo. In it, Tamara was smiling, and beside her stood a man. A man Emanuel knew very well. He slowly looked up, returning his gaze to the bed in Room 208.

There was Ricardo, motionless, in a deep coma, but there was no denying it. It was the same man in the photograph. The doctor felt his heart race, his body shudder. My God, Tamara smiling next to Ricardo. How is this possible? But before revealing the nurse’s connection to that mysterious man and the reason why so many nurses at the hospital were inexplicably getting pregnant when approaching the comatose patient, take the opportunity to hit the like button, subscribe to the channel, and activate the notification bell.

This way, YouTube will always notify you when a new story comes out here on our channel. Now tell me, do you think a person who remains in a coma for so many years should have their devices disconnected? Or is it never too late to maintain hope? Write your opinion in the comments and also tell me what city you’re watching this video from. I’ll mark your comment with a nice heart. At the hospital, Dr. Emanuel was still in shock. The photograph found inside Tamara’s purse had affected him in a way he couldn’t explain.

Trying to hide her anxiety, she quickly pulled out her cell phone and took a photo, saving the entry to her gallery before returning the image to the same place she’d found it. She didn’t want to arouse any suspicion. Moments later, she heard the nurse’s footsteps in the hallway. She closed her bag, took a deep breath, and tried to regain her composure. Tamara entered the office and found the doctor pale and stern-faced. “Did something happen, doctor? Something wrong with Ricardo?” she asked, placing her hand on her pregnant belly, as if already preparing for bad news.

But Emanuel didn’t want to confront her right away. He shook his head and responded in a controlled manner. “No, nothing wrong.” He paused briefly, cleared his throat, and added, “Tamara, I have some things to take care of outside the hospital today. I’m going to need to be away all day. You and the other girls can take care of everything.” The nurse smiled calmly, as if this were the simplest situation in the world. “Of course, doctor. Don’t worry. Violeta, Jessica, and I will take care of everything. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”

Emanuel just nodded, but inside, his heart was heavy. He left and went to his office. He sat down in his chair, took out his cell phone, and opened the photo he’d saved. He stared at the screen and muttered to himself quietly. None of this makes sense. Tamara doesn’t look any younger in this photo. She looks exactly as she did today. And the picture seems to have been taken recently. How can she have a photo with a patient who’s been in a coma for over 10 years?

How can he appear so healthy here? The doctor’s hands trembled slightly. It was then that a memory pierced him like a knife. The one who had arranged the entire transfer of the patient from room 208 had been Tamara herself. She, and only she, had spoken directly to Dr. Eponina. Emanuel jumped up decisively. “I need to speak to Dr. Eponina. Only she can give me an answer.” Without wasting any time, he grabbed his keys, crossed the halls, and hurried to the hospital where the doctor worked.

Her heart was racing, as if she already sensed something much bigger was about to be revealed. When she finally found the doctor, she showed her the photo on her cell phone. Doctor Eponina, this here is the patient you transferred to my hospital, right, Ricardo? The doctor looked at the screen, frowned, and shook her head. Yes, I remember that nurse. She was here the day of the transfer, but, doctor, that patient wasn’t sent to your hospital; he was transferred to another state.

Inclusive fue la propia enfermera quien sugirió que no fuera a su hospital diciendo que ustedes estaban muy sobrecargados. Manuel sintió que el suelo desaparecía bajo sus pies. ¿Cómo que transferido a otro hospital? Pero el paciente no es este de la foto”, cuestionó casi sin aire. Eponina miró una vez más la imagen y respondió rápidamente. “¿Este de la foto?” No, claro que no. Nunca vi a este hombre antes. El paciente que sería enviado a usted estaba debilitado, frágil, con los músculos atrofiados.

De ninguna manera tenía ese porte físico. El doctor abrió los ojos con espanto. Cada palabra de su colega confirmaba lo peor de sus presentimientos. Estaba frente a un fraude. Respirando hondo, habló en tono firme. Doctora Eponina, por favor, no comente nada de lo que hablamos con nadie. Está pasando algo muy serio en el hospital donde trabajo. Antes que nada, necesito investigar. Solo le pido una cosa. Si Tamara aparece por aquí, avíseme de inmediato. La médica, amiga de muchos años de Emanuel, asintió prontamente.

Quédese tranquilo, doctor Emanuel. En lo que necesite, estaré a su disposición. De regreso al coche, la mente del doctor no paraba. Ya había descubierto que todos los papeles de la internación del paciente 208 habían sido firmados por Tamara. Toda su entrada en el hospital estaba bajo la responsabilidad de ella. Caminando apresurado por los pasillos de su propio hospital, más tarde murmuraba para sí mismo, como si cada frase fuera un golpe de realidad. Ella puso a otra persona en su lugar.

¿Pero por qué? ¿Qué está pasando realmente? ¿Quién es este hombre que está acostado en la habitación 208? se detuvo frente a la puerta de la habitación y respiró hondo mirando hacia adentro. Allí estaba Ricardo, inmóvil, tan sereno, con el cuerpo inexplicablemente fuerte. Quizás esto explique el motivo por el cual tiene ese físico. Tal vez, tal vez no esté en coma desde hace 10 años, como pensé, pero aún así ya lleva meses aquí. Sus músculos deberían estar atrofiándose y en vez de eso parecen cada vez más definidos.

Y esos embarazos necesito entender lo que está pasando antes de volverme loco. La decisión fue inmediata. Emanuel no podía permitir más que las enfermeras controlaran el acceso al paciente. Si quería respuestas, tendría que actuar solo. Necesito hacer nuevos exámenes. Exámenes que yo mismo administre de principio a fin, sin interferencia de Tamara ni de las otras enfermeras. No se puede confiar en ninguna de ellas. En un momento en que Tamara y las otras enfermeras estaban almorzando, el Dr.

Emanuel took advantage of the rare opportunity. Solo prepped the patient in room 208 and performed a full CT scan, along with a battery of new tests. When the results appeared on the screen, his heart raced. They were completely different from the previous ones. The graphs showed that the patient wasn’t in a deep coma, but rather in a state similar to deep sleep. There were clear, pulsing, active brain signals. More than that, the reports displayed traces consistent with physical exercise, as if the man were constantly moving and maintaining his vitality.

Emanuel clutched his head in disbelief. But how is this possible? I myself know he’s been in a coma here for months. How can there be such clear signs that he’s been living an active life? This makes no sense. With each discovery, the story became stranger, more bizarre. Emanuel took a deep breath, closed the tests, and decided he needed to keep this a secret until he was certain. Later, at his office, he received an unexpected visitor. Tamara showed up with Violeta.

They were both smiling despite their already evident pregnant bellies. “Doctor, we’re going to leave early today. We told you about it yesterday. Remember,” Tamara said. “Jessica is going to take over and take care of Ricardo. We’re going to the neighboring town to buy some things for the baby’s layette. We’re supporting each other a lot during this time of unexpected pregnancies.” Emanuel forced a smile, trying to hide the tension. “Of course, you can go. Don’t worry.” The two thanked each other and left.

However, as soon as he saw them turn down the hall, Emanuel grabbed his car keys and muttered to himself. Maybe I’m looking for the truth in the wrong place. If I follow these two, maybe I can find out what’s really going on. He quickly explained to a fellow doctor that he would need to be away for a few hours and asked to take his place. He quickly left, got into his car, and kept enough distance to avoid being noticed. Let’s see what these two are up to.

If you’re really buying the trousseau, I bet not. He snorted as he turned the wheel. The chase was long. He drove for several minutes, always paying extra attention so as not to attract the nurses’ attention, until finally their car left the main road and entered a dirt road further from the city. Emanuel frowned when he saw the destination. The vehicle stopped in front of an isolated country house, surrounded by trees. But what are these two doing here?

He murmured, keeping the car hidden at a safe distance. From outside, he watched as Tamara and Violeta got out, smiling, chatting animatedly, exchanging knowing glances as if relieved to be there. They continued to the front door, opened it casually, and entered. He knew it. This has nothing to do with the Trousseau. These two are hiding something, and something tells me it has to do with the patient in room 208. For a few minutes, he considered waiting outside, watching until they came out, but soon he shook his head decisively.

If I stand here, I might not discover anything, and I might never get another chance like this again. I have to get closer. He got out of the car slowly, feeling his heart pounding inside his chest. Every step toward the house seemed to echo in his head. He approached the side wall carefully until a sound hit him full on. Laughter, some easily recognizable, like Tamara’s and Violeta’s, but amidst them were other male voices, strong, relaxed.

Emanuel shuddered. Could the children’s parents be here? Could everything he’d thought about patient 208 have been wrong? Cautiously, he went to the nearest window. The curtain was only slightly open, leaving a small crack through which he could peer, and what he saw nearly made him fall backward. Inside the room, Tamara and Violeta sat laughing while talking with two men. But they weren’t ordinary men; they were twins, two identical men, and even more terrifying, they were exact copies of the patient in room 208.

Emanuel brought his hand to his mouth, suppressing a scream. But how? How is this possible? Who? Who are these people? He stepped back a little, trying to understand what his eyes were seeing, but the voices from inside left him rooted to the spot. One of the men, the one closest to Tamara, spoke in an irritated tone. “We have to do something to end this. I can’t stand this life of taking turns like this anymore. It’s dangerous. They’ll catch us soon.” The other, sitting further back, agreed in the same loud, similar voice.

That’s it. This farce can’t be sustained anymore. These in-and-outs at the hospital are becoming unsustainable. Like my brother said, sooner or later they’ll catch us, and then we’ll see. Tamara, trying to remain calm, responded quickly. “Relax, we’re taking care of everything. Me, Violeta, and Jessica. There’s no way anyone can find out what we’re doing. Is this it, or will we all end up in jail?” Emanuel felt a chill run down his spine. He was right. Something illegal was being plotted there.

It was at that moment that the first man, the most agitated, raised his voice in anger. “The problem is continuing like this and eventually all six of us end up in jail.” Just then, Dr. Emanuel knew he was about to discover everything that had been weighing on his mind for months. Tamara approached the tired-faced man and placed her hand on his shoulder. She said firmly, “Arturo, there was no other option. If we hadn’t done this, we’d all be in jail anyway.” Arturo took a step back, away from Tamara.

He paced back and forth like someone exhausted from carrying an unbearable weight. I know, Tamara, I know, but look, I can’t stand sleeping in that hospital bed anymore. It’s hell, it’s ruining my life. The other man also became agitated, crossing his arms and speaking in a firm voice. It’s true, the brother is right. That bed is horrible. At that moment, Violeta approached the second man, ran her hand over his face, and caressed him tenderly.

Oh, Alfonso, my love. You know hospital beds are like that, but we’re sacrificing ourselves too, working day and night there so no one finds out you’re not in a coma or anything like that. With every word, Emanuel felt more confused. He watched from a distance, his heart pounding. “You guys?” “How is that? The patient from 208 is over there. I saw him before I left. He stayed with Jessica. Why are you talking as if you were the patient from 208?”

This doesn’t make any sense, he thought, almost breathlessly. Then Tamara, in a low but firm voice, added, “Relax, it’s only for a few more weeks. I’ve already planned everything. I’ll get the medicine to fake Ricardo’s death. That way we can all move abroad and start over. No more threats, no more charades.” The doctor’s legs began to weaken, but he didn’t dare move. The conversations continued. Some sentences were everyday details about the hospital routine. Others, however, were revelations so shocking they left Emanuel stunned.

After a while, Tamara clapped her hands lightly and said, “It’s time to go. One of you has to come back with us and relieve Ricardo. Who will it be?” Arturo took a deep breath, resigned. “Let me go. I’ll go with you.” Sensing they were about to leave, Emanuel ran back to the car, got in quickly, crouched down, and kept his eyes fixed on the front door of the house. He watched as Tamara, Violeta, and Arturo left the place and headed toward the hospital. Inside the car, Emanuel began to put the pieces together.

If they use that shift system, then they’re not just twins. They’re triplets. But why? Why are they doing this? He gripped the steering wheel tightly and took a deep breath. Okay, I still don’t know the reason, but whatever it is, this has to end now. I’ll go back to the hospital and put an end to this whole charade. Tamara, the other nurses, and those guys—they’ll all have to answer for it. Oh, yes. Without wasting any time, he started the car and sped off toward the hospital. A short while later, Tamara, Violeta, and Arturo were already approaching from the back of the building, discreetly entering through a restricted-access corridor.

At that very moment, inside room 208, Jessica looked at her cell phone and read a short message. Her eyes lit up. “It’s time,” she murmured. She turned her gaze to Ricardo, who was lying motionless in bed. She approached, took two steps to the door, looked down the hallway to make sure no one was coming, and then immediately closed the door from the inside. In a matter of seconds, she began to act with the skill of someone who had done it before. She removed the devices that were supposedly keeping Ricardo alive, turning them off one by one.

He took a syringe and filled it with a clear liquid, adrenaline. Without hesitation, he injected it into the patient’s arm. Ricardo’s body reacted almost immediately. His eyes slowly opened. His breathing quickened, and he began to wake up, still groggy. Outside, Tamara, Violeta, and Arturo hurried down the back hallway. “Let’s go quickly, Jessica has already started the procedure,” Tamara said urgently. They didn’t notice that Emanuel was silently following him a few feet behind, hiding in the shadows, attentive to their every step.

Upon reaching the end of the service tunnel, they knocked several times on a discreet door, almost camouflaged in the wall. The door opened and revealed Jessica with Ricardo already standing, still in hospital clothes and a little dazed from the effects of the injection. From a distance, Emanuel watched the scene and muttered in shock. So, they really are triplets. Arturo wasted no time. Let’s change clothes quickly and put me to sleep right away. The sooner this is over, the better.

They entered the room through the secret passage, organizing everything for the changeover. Ricardo was now dressed in Arturo’s clothes, while Arturo, in his hospital clothes, prepared to lie down in his place and receive another dose. Jessica was already holding the syringe ready to administer the injection, but before she could do so, the door burst open. Emanuel charged in, his voice firm and thick with fury. “Stop now, stay still. No one will sleep until I know exactly what’s going on here.”

The room froze. Both the pregnant nurses and the two mysterious men turned pale with shock. The air seemed to stop. The secret they’d been keeping so close for so many months had just been exposed. “Come on, tell me what’s going on here. Tell me now or I’ll call the police,” Dr. Emanuel said sharply, crossing his arms and staring at the five in the room, demanding answers. For a few seconds, only the heavy silence of the room reigned.

Then, to the doctor’s surprise, Tamara collapsed at his feet and knelt, putting her hands to her face and pleading with all her might. “Please don’t call the police. For the sake of all that is sacred, don’t let them arrest us, doctor,” she said, her eyes trembling with pleading. At that moment, Violeta, Jessica, Arturo, and even Ricardo, still half-dazed from having woken up, also knelt. Everyone’s hands clasped together, gestures of supplication that made the scene even more disconcerting.

Their voices, in unison, begged for mercy. But Emanuel, his patience at its limit, raised his voice with authority. “Everyone stand up. I want to know what’s going on here, and I want to know now,” he said without hesitation. Tamara took a deep breath, held back her tears, and finally spoke again, as if a movie were playing in her mind and the scenes were suddenly coming back. “Okay, doctor, we’re going to tell him,” she said in a whisper, and as if a flashback invaded her head, the memories began to fall together like puzzle pieces.

Tamara replayed the scene from months ago. All together in the car that early morning, she remembered the sound of the engine, her friends’ laughter, and the narrow road that wound through the forest. She remembered sitting in the back next to Arturo with Violeta and Alfonso nearby. Ricardo was driving, and Jessica was in the passenger seat, her shrill voice joking over the music. Suddenly, the memory stopped with a noise and a scream. “Ricardo, watch out!” Tamara shouted, and panic gripped everyone.

In their memories, everyone looked ahead. Too late. A sharp bang, the impact, bodies flung. Ricardo braked hard. The car squealed. Everyone jumped out of the vehicle, terrified, and ran to see what had happened. “What did I do? What did I do?” Ricardo repeated, his hands on his head, his face pale with horror. Arturo, breathing heavily, tried to comfort him. “It wasn’t just your fault. We were all to blame,” he said. Tamara and Violeta, who already had nursing training, immediately ran to check on the fallen victim.

They found a man wearing a robber’s mask and carrying a bag, signs that he had just committed a robbery. Alfonso, worried, asked, “So, how is he?” Her voice trembling, Tamara, checking his vital signs, felt the world spin as she answered. “He’s dead.” “Dead,” she said. Despair gripped everyone. Ricardo began repeating that he would be arrested, that this would ruin their lives. Jessica tried to assuage the fear with an explanation. “Calm down, not all is lost. It was an accident.” He ran in front of the car.

She said, trying to find a plausible solution. Ricardo, unsure how to support Jessica’s version, asked anxiously, “But how are we going to prove that?” And that’s when an idea popped into Tamara’s head made the group hold their breath. She spoke tensely but directly. “People, that guy is a criminal. We can’t go to jail for this. Let’s hide the body. We’re on a lonely road. No one will come this way. It’s the only way,” she said, her eyes blazing with cold determination.

Violeta, overcome by the same fear and the impulse to protect the group, firmly agreed. “I also believe it’s the only way out. We’re all in this together. We can’t be arrested or leave Ricardo to bear everything alone,” she affirmed. And so they did. With shaky steps and dirty hands, they hid the body in the nearby brush, burying what could have landed them in jail. For more than a week, they lived believing they had escaped, but soon the news came on television.

They had found the body. The police began an investigation, and evidence began to point ever closer to them. The fear increased. The nights turned into nightmares. In that climate of panic, Ricardo made a drastic decision. He gathered his girlfriend, the brothers, and the brothers’ partners and spoke firmly. “It’s not fair that six lives should be ruined. I was driving. I’m going to take the blame. I’ve thought a lot about this, and I’m not going to let you be arrested,” he said resolutely.

They tried to argue, they insisted, but Ricardo remained steadfast. He said he would suffer as long as necessary to protect the others. And so, for a time, the deal seemed sealed. It was then that Tamara, even before Dr. Eponina transferred the comatose patient and before Ricardo’s final arrest, found documents requesting his relocation. There she saw an opportunity, and in an impulse that mixed desperation and calculated coldness, she conceived the boldest and darkest idea of ​​all.

If we take turns being the body, if the triplets pretend they’re the patient, maybe no one will go to prison. We can go on with our lives until we find a way to disappear. The police aren’t going to arrest a man in a coma. This is an opportunity not just for Ricardo, but for all of us. She thought, mentally articulating the plan. That night of conspiracy, the idea became a plan: to have Dr. Eponina’s patient relocated to another location. In the meantime, Ricardo would take his place.

The plan was crazy, but it had worked up to that point. Tamara managed to get Dr. Eponina’s patient transferred to another hospital while Ricardo faked an accident. With the help of medications Tamara had stolen, he appeared to be in a coma. That way, instead of going to jail, he would be hospitalized. Since Tamara and Violeta already worked at the hospital, they only needed to add Jessica, who was also finishing her training. Together, the three of them became accomplices, taking turns in the triplets’ bed and overseeing the entire set-up.

The paperwork, the reports, all the bureaucracy was in Tamara’s hands. That way, Dr. Emanuel would never suspect, but there was one detail none of them anticipated. By staying so close to their boyfriends, all three of them ended up getting pregnant. And that was what led Dr. Emanuel to investigate. Back in the present, upon hearing the whole truth, Emanuel’s eyes widened. “But this, this is crazy, this is nonsense,” he exclaimed, his voice breaking. Ricardo, now recovering from the sedation, raised his head and responded firmly.

Crazy, but it’s the truth. We love each other, doctor. All of us. Tamara, with tears in her eyes and her hand on her belly, added. We loved each other, and we made mistakes one after another until this snowballed. But we can’t all end up in jail. That would destroy our lives. Besides, there are nine of us now. She caressed her own pregnant belly, remembering that three new lives were about to be born. Emanuel took a deep breath and shook his head.

What he can’t do is continue this charade. That compromises the integrity of the hospital. He decisively took Tamara’s keys, locked the secret exit, and then turned the key in the room door, leaving everyone terrified. “What are you going to do, doctor?” Jessica asked, frightened. The doctor responded firmly. “I’m going to find someone and do the right thing. In the meantime, you stay here. Don’t leave, or it will get worse.” Silence fell over the room as Emanuel left.

They believed he would return with the police in a matter of moments. Each of their hearts pounded, almost leaping out of their chests. Shortly after, the door opened. The five held their breath, but to everyone’s surprise, Emanuel was not accompanied by police officers. A man identical to him, but dressed in an elegant suit, appeared at his side. The eyes of those present widened. Emanuel spoke solemnly. “This is my twin brother, Eustaquio. He’s a lawyer, one of the best in the country, and he’s going to take charge of your case.”

Let’s settle this story once and for all. Shock gave way to relief. The doctor wouldn’t hand them over. He didn’t agree with what they had done, but he didn’t want to destroy them either. Eustio listened to every detail of the story, calmly studied the case, and came to a conclusion. The best course of action would be to hold Ricardo solely responsible. What had happened next, the farce in the hospital, had to be forgotten. In court, the narrative changed. They claimed that Ricardo hadn’t seen the criminal approaching, that the man had run in front of the car.

Desperation drove him to hide the body alone, but soon after, he confessed. With a clean record, a permanent residence, and a first-time offender, Ricardo, accused only of concealing a corpse, was sentenced to two years in prison. But thanks to Eustaquio’s talent, the sentence was commuted to community service. In the end, the triplets and the nurses were eternally grateful to the doctor and his lawyer brother. Emanuel looked at them and said firmly, “I deal every day with people trapped in their own bodies, trapped in a bed.

I could have kept you from being trapped in prison, and that’s what I did.” But make the most of this second chance. Live right and take good care of those unborn children. The doctor’s words resonated as a warning and at the same time as fatherly advice. Months later, the three nurses gave birth. A grand party was held to celebrate the babies’ arrival. The room was filled with smiles, tears of emotion, and promises of a better future.

Emanuel and Eustaquio participated in the celebration as part of the family that had been formed in a twisted and improbable way. And thus redeemed, the nurses and the triplets built a new chapter in their lives. The past couldn’t be erased, but the future lay before them, full of responsibilities, but also of hope.