Rion, still semiconscious and disoriented, began gasping for air as the contents of his stomach filled his throat and mouth. Dr. Emma Harris, walking by the door, could hear Rion gasping for breath. She walked into the room and turned on the light. She saw Rion was having trouble breathing and looked like he was about to choke on his own vomit. She quickly looked for something for him to throw up in. She grabbed a half-full metal waste basket in the corner of the room near Rion's cot, helped him sit up and watched Rion heave five times, each time bringing up a large amount of yellow slime. When Rion was done, Emma set the waste basket down and wiped his mouth with the towel she had slung over her shoulder. She helped him lie back down, noticing the dazed look in his eyes.
"Welcome to St. Joseph’s Hospital," she said, with a smile on her face, not expecting that he heard her. “You should feel a lot better after that."
Rion's breathing was heavy and his heartbeat rapid. He was groggy and couldn’t think clearly. He thought briefly he was waking up from a night’s sleep at his home outside Betin. He’d extended his arm, reaching out for Sena. He would hug and kiss her warmly as he did every morning, perhaps even make love to her if they were in the mood, before they put on their clothes for their morning run along the cliffs above the ocean.
"I'll be back later," Emma said, as she turned to pick up the wastebasket. Looking down, she noticed something sparkling. It looked like small pieces of glass. Upon closer examination they looked more like diamonds. Not wanting to stick her hand in the smelly goo, she gathered the top of the garbage can liner and pulled it out of the can. She took the bag into the janitor’s closet across the hall from Rion's room, turned on the light, closed the door and put the bag in the large utility sink. Over the next fifteen minutes, wearing latex gloves, she carefully separated the beautifully-cut diamonds from the yellow slime. Washing each one individually; she placed them in an empty metal can she found on the shelf above the sink. She counted 200 diamonds of varying sizes, the smallest approximately one carat. She knew little about diamonds, but she knew she was holding millions of dollars’ worth of them. Emma was about to take them to one of the policeman downstairs, but then she had second thoughts. Who was this man, where had he come from, and why did he have all these diamonds in his stomach? They most likely were stolen, but what’s the whole story?
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