Capítulo 3: Encontrando nuestra identidad: Hacia una metodología de investigación
3.4 Metodología: el centro de todo
3.4.4 Instrumentos de recolección de datos
3.4.4.2 Observación de Instagram
As his heart was pounding, Natasha closed his eyes and remained silent.
- She passed out, they replied in his place.
- Someone should call an ambulance, gave another voice.
- I take her to a doctor, Lee intervened decisively.
He stooped, lifted the girl in his arms and carried her into his taxi. She did not even
the strength to protest.
He moved gingerly on the back seat; Natasha heard the snoring
engine, the vibrations of the vehicle windows. Then a door slammed and she heard a female voice:
- What does he?
- She fainted, explained Lee, close to the sick.
- I lead you where? worried the driver. To the hospital?
- No, said Lee. In the address I have indicated to you. I myself will call the
doctor ... I take you home, 'he added.
Natasha wondered if that last sentence addressed her or another woman.
He
he was still unable to open his eyes. She was cold, terribly cold. The blood seemed
retiring of its members from his face.
- It looks really bad shape, says Lara Brennan.
Her dress rustled slightly, and a puff of perfume pervades the atmosphere.
- She's frightfully pale ... 'she said.
You said you knew?
- Yes, she's a friend.
A small crystalline laughter greeted his answer.
- Really? Lara Brennan took on a slightly ironic tone that displeased Natasha.
- Yes.
- Maybe I should go with you, in case you would need help?
The taxi slowed, then stopped.
- No, I'll manage.
- Are you sure?
- Absolutely, thank you.
- Very well, as you will, abdicated Lara with resentment tip.
The seat squeaked when she got up, and Natasha could hear distinctly the sound of a kiss.
- Good luck, 'said the young woman of her voice slightly hoarse and mocking. I hope
it does not matter ... for your "friend". But not long to call the doctor!
The car started up again shortly after; Lee sat next to the girl. Taking advantage of a
bend, she slid against his companion and he put an arm around her frail shoulders for
guard against him, but she stiffened and pulled away.
This time, she managed to partially open the eyelids and distinguished Lee standing over her. He
watching; his dark brows formed a black line above his gray eyes.
- How do you feel?
- A little better, she said, trying to smile.
- This is hardly sees, he noticed with a sudden impatience. What the hell are you
done to put you in such a state? You look terrible!
- I fainted, that's all.
She wanted her some indulge in anger; she was too weak to bear their remonstrances.
- Since when have these disorders begin?
They had not seen for ten days, but it seemed to Natasha ten months had
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- This is the first time she lied.
In fact, she had unconsciously relegated his physical ailments secondary.
Of
concerns such as how to approach his family, the arrangements when the baby
would be there, had monopolized all his mind. Now she blamed herself terribly and began to
tremble at the thought of what the doctor might tell him.
- The first time? he repeated incredulously.
Unable to bear his inquisitive look, Natasha looked away. His silence like a confession, also he won.
- I do not know what I would do to you ... he uttered between his teeth.
You are the stubborn ...
He stopped when he saw her shudder with dread.
The taxi stopped; Lee paid the driver. Then he helped the girl down and took
immediately by the size as it seemed uncertain on his feet. She nearly protest but found it more
wise to rely on its protective arms.
She did not pay any attention to her surroundings before Lee did introduce in
a house. She then noticed the white ceiling, very high, spacious and luxurious lobby. Then
she focused her attention on the steps of a staircase that it was now climbing.
Once on top, Lee settled on a large bed He looked at her with restrained irritation.
- Be back in a minute. Do not move!
Natasha heard him away and call, without understanding what he was saying. His
gaze wandered soon on the room where she was.
The subtle décor harmoniously allied the modern and the ancient. A beige carpet and
gold curtains double gave the whole a cozy character. A bouquet of chrysanthemums
orange lay on a table in the glass tray near the window. Many cushions broke the monotony of color cream bedspread where she was sitting. A plant
stereophonic ultramodern almost covered one wall.
Lee came back with a glass of water and handed it to the girl.
- I called a doctor, mine. He's a friend.
He will be here any minute now.
Indeed, Natasha just finished drinking when a blond man, and endorsement
friendly, entered the room. He did not comment before you finish reviewing its
ill.
- Lee? You can come back, he said, arranging her stethoscope in her bag.
The latter complied and turned to the doctor after taking a brief look at the girl.
- So? he asked.
- Well ... I can not say anything without conducting various reviews, but I'm
lest we have some problems.
- What kind of problems? Lee asked, frowning.
- Nothing is sure yet, but ...
- I beg you, James, what is it?
- I do not like to say without proof ...
Finally, if you insist ... This young person is at risk of losing her baby.
- Oh! exclaimed Natasha involuntarily.
This possibility had not left over days, but to hear and make high intelligible voice made him aware of the extent of the despair that devastate if this
produced ...
- Do not worry, reassured the doctor who had noticed his expression. I said
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you risk losing it, I did not say it was safe. If you follow my advice, nothing like
will happen. Rest, he added, turning to Lee. She must rest. This young woman is
too thin, it will have to stay in bed for some time, stop working, of course, and chase all
worries.
Natasha leaned back against the pillows, trembling.
- You will get to the hospital for your exams: I take care of everything and you
will warn in time.
He then wrote his prescription.
- Of iron and vitamins: you are too weak.
Ensure that it takes them scrupulously, he advised his friend, who escorted her to
the door.
Natasha remained alone, prostrate, staring, lost in the wave. A sense of guilt began to dawn: she should see a doctor earlier; why did she
neglected to do so?
- You'll stay here tonight, announced Lee returning a tone without reply.
- It's impossible, she replied weakly.
He took no notice of her answer and lifted her in his arms to take her to another
room. Natasha could no longer distinguish his face as firm and resolute line of the jaw.
- I refuse to sleep here, I want to go home ... I will not stay in bed all the same to me
everyday. Not every day! I have to work ... Ask me down, Lee!
- Give me the keys to your apartment, I'll go get your things, he continued
as if he had not heard.
- So do you not listen to what I just said?
He sat on the bed after placing his burden and without leaving Natasha time
to understand what happened to him, he began to get rid of her dress.
- But what do you do? if she indignantly, blushing.
- I undress you. Do not worry, I fed no other intention.
- I can charge me myself, it seems to me!
- All right, I give you two minutes and I'll make sure you obeyed me, he agreed as he walked toward the door that closed behind him.
After a brief moment of hesitation, the girl decided to take off his clothes. She was
bed, the covers pulled up to his neck, when Lee returned. He briefly looked a
mocking smile on his lips.
- Shy now? he hissed. Your keys, please, 'said he, extending his hand.
- In the pocket of my jacket, she muttered grudgingly.
- Well, not matter of you to move the bed, before my return, understand?
- This is ridiculous! I'm not a child!
- I'm not so sure, 'he said before leaving.
When he was gone, Natasha eyes scanned the room: a lovely room and very
Women in a harmony of pink and white. She could not stay here, she thought. Lee do
not really want. Besides, why would it have been otherwise? She saw him again in the taxi,
when Lara had entwined ... She saw their tender embrace that clearly evoked the nature of their
relations. We guessed privacy at the same tone of their voice, the expression on their faces.
Not if Farrell took care of her, he showed nice for him, it was only because he felt responsible for what happened to him. Yet in this misadventure, Natasha
considered himself only offender ...
If it had not been as bad shape, she would up and dressed, and would have fled.
But a great weariness deprived him all his might. This time, she could no longer hide the
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