The girl of a thousand roses

Chapter 1: San Martín Hospital

The rain fell incessantly on the darkened horizon, blurring the boundary between day and night. The sky, dressed in shades of gray and purple, seemed to reflect the sadness of that eternal evening. Drops of water slid down the windows of the hospital, tracing capricious paths that seemed to reflect the chaos that reigned inside.

The San Martin Hospital, an imposing construction of bricks blackened by time, stood majestically amidst the gloom. The flickering, faded lights of the main entrance tried to resist the advancing darkness, but their struggle was futile. The facade, with its Gothic arches and grotesque sculptures, was reminiscent of an abandoned castle, a place where life and death intertwined in a sinister dance.

Within its walls, the corridors were permeated with a smell of disinfectant and hopelessness. The constant tinkling of nurses' bells and the squeak of gurney wheels filled the air. The doctors, with their sodden gowns and weary faces, moved purposefully through the corridors. Their tired but resolute gazes spoke of countless sleepless nights and patients slipping silently into eternity. Expert hands performed complex procedures as the shadows of surgical lamps danced over the patients.

As the clock on the wall ticked relentlessly, the storm outside the hospital roared like a hungry beast. The rumble of thunder and the patter of rain against the windows seemed like a doomed symphony accompanying the doctors' struggle to save lives.

In the middle of the night, when the world was plunged into deepest shadows, the high-pitched sound of an ambulance echoed in the gloom of the city. Its flickering lights flashed in the rain, like a warning that life and death were still intertwined inside.

The ambulance stopped with a screech of brakes, and the rear doors slowly opened. The driver and paramedic descended, revealing a pregnant woman, her face contorted with the pain of contractions. Raindrops mingled with tears on her cheeks as she was helped out of the ambulance. Her eyes, filled with fear and hope, sought comfort from the paramedic, who assured her in a serene voice that everything would be all right.

A couple of nurses were waiting at the entrance of the hospital with a stretcher, ready to receive the woman. Carefully, they helped her onto the stretcher and rushed her into the building. The noise of the rain and wind faded as they passed through the hospital doors, plunging into a world of flickering fluorescent lights and the distinctive smell of disinfectant.

The woman was rushed through the corridors, her agony contrasting with the apparent calm that reigned in the hospital. Finally, they reached the door of the operating room, where a doctor was waiting in a sterile gown. The paramedic handed the woman to the doctor with an urgency evident in his movements.

Inside the operating room, the lights shone with blinding intensity. The woman was transferred to a surgical gurney, and the doctors and nurses began to prepare for the impending birth. The doctor spoke softly but firmly to the woman, trying to calm her as he explained the process. The machines whirred and monitored every heartbeat, every breath, as if they were weaving the fabric of life itself.

The woman squeezed the nurse's hand tightly as the contractions intensified. The cry of an unborn baby echoed in the operating room, a sound that broke the stillness of the night and filled the air with new hope. The doctors and nurses worked with precision and speed, like a team orchestrated by destiny, to bring a new being into the world.

The doctor, with expert hands and a comforting smile, carefully delivered the baby girl into the mother's arms. The woman, exhausted but filled with emotion, welcomed her daughter with a sigh of relief and a look of unconditional love. Their heartbeats synchronized in an eternal bond as the mother closed her eyes for a moment, grateful that her baby had arrived safely into the world.

When she finally opened her eyes, a shiver of wonder ran down her spine. In the girl's small, once empty hands, she now held a blue rose that seemed to have been plucked from the deepest dreams.

The rose, as deep blue as the sky on the starriest of nights, radiated a soft, magical glow. Its petals seemed woven with moonlight and decorated with diamond dew. It was as if the flower did not belong to this world, as if it had been brought from a realm of reverie and mystery.

The black ribbon, which was elegantly tied to the stem of the rose, bore a legend written in silver letters that seemed to float on air: "The Birth". The woman felt a mixture of joy and bewilderment as she gazed at this heavenly work of art in her arms.

The doctors and nurses who witnessed the event were perplexed by the unearthly beauty of the rose. No one knew how to explain the mystery of this flower that seemed to have been created by dreams and magic.

The mother, with tears in her eyes, tenderly caressed her baby's cheek and held the rose as if she feared it would vanish into thin air. The child squeezed the flower with her small hands, and a few drops of blood, barely perceptible, stained the grayish sheets of the bed.

The operating room fell into a deep silence, broken only by the rustling of the rain outside and the soft crying of the little girl. No one could understand the meaning of the blue rose or its mysterious origin. The child's birth had brought with it an enigma that defied all logic and explanation.

The night was closing in on the San Martin Hospital, and in that dark and mysterious corner, a new life had come into the world, accompanied by a blue rose that seemed to have been woven by the very threads of dreams and imagination.

After the initial bewilderment caused by the mysterious blue rose, the mother recovered satisfactorily in the hospital. The rose, which seemed to have been plucked from a world of dreams and magic, was carefully collected by the nurses and placed in a makeshift vase near the window. Occasionally, the little girl, with her curious and amazed eyes, would gaze at the flower and seem to lose herself in its enigmatic beauty, as if sharing an ancestral secret with the rose.

However, the girl was not the only one fascinated by the flower. All those who visited the delivery room were absorbed by the unusual beauty of the blue rose. The doctors and nurses, despite their professionalism, could not help but feel that the flower was an unsolved mystery, an enigma that defied their understanding.

A few days later, the mother was discharged and prepared to leave the hospital with her daughter in her arms. A relative was waiting for her outside, driving a car that was waiting at the entrance. Carefully, the mother climbed into the vehicle, holding her baby lovingly. Night had fallen completely, and the persistent rain continued.

The car drove away from the San Martin Hospital, taking with it the mother and the mysterious baby girl who had come into the world with a blue rose in her hands. The city, shrouded in darkness and rain, seemed oblivious to the enigmatic story that had unfolded inside the hospital.