The voices were heard so far away, that to some extent, they matched the echoes. Being equally unintelligible, because Sofia could not understand what they were trying to tell her.
[...]
Call an ambulance!...
How could you have done something like that?...
Please answer... answer... Don't go like this, Sofia.
It's too bad. It's a shame... She didn't survive.
[...]
Quick footsteps and the pale face of a doctor appeared in the waiting room.
―Relatives of Miss Sofia?
Only one person, a woman in her early fifties, jumped out of her seat and approached the specialist as quickly as possible. ―Me!
―There is something you must see, ma'am. It's about the body of your daughter.
That woman did not understand what was happening, but she did not dare to ask and she only followed the doctor to the operating room. ―Come in, please.
They both positioned themselves near the gurney where her recently deceased daughter was. Teardrops welled up in the woman's eyes as she hugged herself with her arms.
The doctor grabbed one of the patient's wrists —previously opened with a scalpel— and showed them fearfully. ―Look at this.
Both the doctor and the woman were stunned when they saw what was on the open wrist of her daughter, Sofia. How was it possible that those things were in there? Inside her girl. It was very strange and there was no explanation.
The doctor coughed and spoke. ―Your daughter has neither veins nor arteries, ma'am. Your daughter has wires.