Nix

Yesterday was nix. Ended up in hospital again with severe pain in my rib cage. The doctor was the same and felt like hitting me. I don't dare to tell him why I'm back but Figueira has definitely altered my architecture. Imagine me telling the doctor that, in spite of eight broken rib cage bones, I fought with a wrestler on a mat at a wrestling association. He prescribed me the drugs they always do and sent me back to bed. I could tell by his expression he would even pay me a cab ride back, just to get rid of me. On no account am I stepping out today. I called Mr. Costa - he asked me to talk to him as soon as I returned to the association - and called the kids too, calling off today's treatment meeting afraid lest they arrived too early at Corporal. No one at Figueira's, so I couldn't let him know. If he went there, must've found closed doors. The kid, as far as I can tell by his reaction on Monday, is dangerously coming close to the edge. He's getting needled by the others and their intention - though apparently obvious - really puzzles me. Morales didn't help Galhardo on Monday, but not because he didn't agree with Galhardo's attitude, this I can feel in my bones. He watched everything unmoved and I could sense it without looking into his eyes all the time. And the other wrestler, Panotti? Would he be the one to settle the score? I doubt it. He's built a reputation in the community, will he take trouble for anyone feeling down and out? I turned to the Internet (I should be in my bed instead) to see the news, dropped by Anatômico and the guy happens to be really passionate to write: the post I saw at the header, with a Bradesco connection dialog box screenshot, one day after is almost in the middle of the page.

Eleven | No quarter

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