The change started a few hours ago, but was quiet. We even had time to take a break and have a coffee. At the end, it occurred to me that I might not be able to sit down until the end of the shift, so I threw candy in my pocket.
As soon as we left the break room, we heard the voice of the dispatcher.
“Fifth Brigade, we have a call. The old man feels bad and can’t explain anything else.
We take our suitcases and run out.
The family lived in a beautifully fenced, two-story house. A large dog was barking in the yard which luckily was tied up. A man greeted us and led us inside. The house looked like a maze, it was so big, with mixed rooms. I noticed how the owner glared at us as we walked in without taking off our shoes.
We entered the patient’s room. A heartbreaking scene unfolds before us. Grandfather was lying on the floor near the bed, he leaned on the floor with his hands, he wanted to get up, but he couldn’t. The bed sheets were inside out, everything in the room was cluttered, the air was very heavy.
We put Grandpa to bed and opened the window. We started asking questions. Meanwhile, all the people of Tan came to the room. the man who met us, his wife two teenagers. Without queuing, they started saying that «my grandfather wanted to go to the state, he fell, but they don’t know why».
We have checked the heart, it is functioning normally. We measure the pressure, and it’s 70/60, terribly low. My colleague, who has 30 years of work experience, asked.
“Grandpa, when was the last time you ate?
«Did he drink tea?» replied the man of the house, scratching his round belly and turned to the woman.
«We feed him, he doesn’t eat on his own, what questions do you ask?» We are a well-to-do family—there was obvious displeasure in the woman’s voice.
The reason for the fainting was clear. The old man was not fed properly. And apparently they didn’t care about him either. We decided to hospitalize my grandfather. I don’t know how many kilograms he weighed, but we easily hugged the poor guy to get him to the ambulance. Along the way, as the feldsher connected a drop with glucose, I looked at my grandfather’s face. it expressed despair: sadness. I took her hand and remembered the candy I had put in my pocket. I gave it to him, he ate it, he said in a low voice.
«Thank you my daughter.»
I went home that day in a very bad state, my soul was so heavy. My eyes haven’t dried up with tears… It’s impossible to forget the crooked old grandfather with his full, satisfied gaze to a wealthy family…
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