Episode 6: The Pacemaker
The small apartment balcony Isaac dimly outlined on the second floor of a humble apartment block in the cryptic and foggy night in the Carrer Ferran number thirty-six. The silhouettes of passers-by were fleeting bursts of reality for the troubled mind of Dr. Merino.
Isaac could not think, could not answer, could not understand the banality of Barbara speaking. His mind was plunged into a maelstrom of memories, in a constant loop, a perfect circle to infinity, that did not stop.
- Isaac, Is something wrong? You're like a journey of weird since we left the parking lot.
- Huh? Ah, sorry Barbara, is that I have a few complications ... ... some cases in the hospital and have me somewhat concerned, nothing more.
- you sure? You know for that I am, if you have any problems, you can tell me.
- Yes, I know Barby. Quiet is nothing, trust me.
- Well, you'd better doctor Merino ... Or we will have problems!
- Yes Miss Heredia. Do not want problems with the only fan of the special sauce Merino.
- Speaking of that sauce. It's time to try it again!
- Yes, let us go. I'm sorry I worried, Barby.
- Nothing man, you do not worry, I worry because I want. But I do not see you overwhelmed by nonsense, "Le Don Merino has become clear?
- Yes, very clearly. Can we go?
Isaac put the key in the old wooden porch. When open, the rickety door, which was renovated all the lock changed ten years ago, let out a small but powerful crunch. The soft-gray spiral stairs was subtly illuminated by tiny lights that accompany the endless spiral of steps. It was an old building, believed Merino have been more than fifty years. No one had ever worried about putting a lift, so the only way was to go was through the rickety stairs.
Barbara was already accustomed to the gloomy building, was not the first or last time I visited the good doctor. Merino took care of the young Seville as if the daughter she never had, but the feelings of these went beyond family ties.
As they climbed the winding stairs to the second floor, Isaac heard a strange metallic screech, unrecognizable to the doctor. Merino tried to sharpen their hearing to detect where it came from the unknown sound, but the erratic resonance, as if he had guessed what he thought the doctor, stopped almost instantly.
When Isaac was to give it, I was at the door of her apartment, with Barby at his side, who outlined a smile that could melt it to the Petermann glacier himself. Merino smiled back, and proceeded to open the door, but something caught his attention: the lock was forced. Isaac's brain was suffering a critical time: the threat of Galindo, the Vortex, The Journal of Marcus, and now this. Merino felt a sharp pain in the chest. His hand automatically went to the source of pain: his heart. The weak heart, which caused his mother so much trouble when Isaac was a child. The same doubt made him more than once if they really deserved to be alive. The same as when I was suffering problems or was under pressure, began to throw soft and constant lunges until it became a torture. Isaac was a practical person, a person who believed in the evolution of science, but he had never accepted the help of a pacemaker to overcome this serious problem. "That's so old, and I'm in the prime of life" was what Murphy said when asked about the "clock." But at that moment, with Barbara at his side watching him helplessly, finally asked: "Why did not I accepted the intervention? Why have I not accepted the pacemaker? "But it was too late. Merino Isaac closed his eyes, thinking again about that bloody and weak heart, giving him trouble. Although this would probably be the last.
Barby's face clouded with tears, calling urgently requesting an ambulance to hospital, was the last I got to see Isaac, as he fell into the darkness of oblivion.
