He walked near to Sir Orton's bed and started checking his body. Anabel watched as the specialist checked her dad's weak body. Minutes passed as he worked in silence, evaluating. Then, he finally spoke.

“I need a filiform needle,” he requested and turned toward the nurse. She nodded quickly, rushing to retrieve it.

Anabel barely blinked. She was watching every movement like her father’s life depended on it. And it did. Her father's life depends on whatever they were doing at that very moment.

After a couple of minutes, the nurse returned with three packs of filiform needles and gave them to the doctor.

Without hesitation, the specialist began to...