Marcus and Blacker waited in the waiting room of the small operating room that the stadium had, however their faces were completely worried.
"I think that leg..."
"Don't say it Blacker, don't say it, let's wait for the doctor to come out..."
"But we have to face it, not only has the boy ended up one-eyed, but you know how these things are, they are not going to dedicate more than enough to keep him breathing, even if he won he is still a simple pooper scooper, and you already know how little value that has..."
The doctors spent more than three hours with Ratón, when they came out they had serious faces, you could even see a hint of annoyance in their eyes, they had had to dedicate three hours of their effort to a simple child. Surely without the presence of Blacker, but especially Marcus, they would have given up on him and let him bleed to death, but they did not want to face the wrath of the champion. The head of the medical team was Dr. Vrek.