Words: regular, union, modernize, suggest, trace, perforate, effective.
The bucket that was being filled with blood. He followed the syringes in the bucket with his eyes and realized that the blood was coming out of his body. He was tightly tied to a bed and needles were attached to the veins of his arms, legs and neck and his blood was being drained from his body.
He moaned and said in a weak voice:
"No one is there?"
A male nurse with short curly hair entered the room and asked:
"Is there a problem, Mr. Rodriguez?
Azriel Rodriguez smirked.
"They tied me to the bed and they are draining my body of blood, then you ask if something is wrong?"
"Please don't be angry, Mr. Rodriguez. This was only done for your own sake. You are the only heir of the Rodriguez family, and your father is very worried that he will lose you because of the rare disease you have contracted. That is why he suggested we use the method of draining blood."
"My father said to perforate my body like a colander and draw my blood? How could he have suggested this medieval method?"
"Your forehead vein is sticking out. Please calm down. Anger will make you worse."
Azriel wished he could free himself from the bed at that moment and attack the nurse, slamming his fists into his face so hard he could hear his cheekbones and nose shattering.
But then he sighed and said to himself:
"Forget it, it's not the nurse's fault. It's not even the father's fault. The real fault is mine. I'm paying back what I did to my brother. I removed him from the scene so I could inherit the company myself. "
Flashback
Aziraphale, Azriel's older brother, was speaking to the crowd.
"Today more than ever we need to modernize the way we use magic. We need to put aside the sensitivity to Muggle technology and enter a new era by combining magic and science.
We can form a union with muggles and work with them to advance our goals. I am confident that if we act regularly in this cooperation, we will benefit both parties.
My words are finished. Thank you for listening."
The audience started clapping and Azriel joined in as he smiled, but if anyone looked closely at his eyes, one could see traces of anger in them.
End of flashback
Weakness took over Azriel and he felt he was going to faint. He opened his mouth to call the nurse, but he could only utter incoherent moans.
The room started spinning around his head and he had to close his eyes to save himself from this situation. Someone came over to him and stroked his hair. Azriel opened his eyes and saw Aziraphale smiling at him wickedly.
"Don't worry my little brother, this muggle cure will be effective."
