An intensive treatment for Raúl.

Raúl arrived at the Tutor's house calmer than usual. This time he was on time so he could avoid the Tutor's beatings that always made him cry and left his bottom red. He wasn't feeling quite well because for a couple of days his throat had been bothering him and he wasn't sure if he had a bit of a fever, but he didn't want to miss classes or the appointment with the Tutor. As soon as he saw him, the Tutor realized that something was wrong: -What’s the matter, Raúl? You look unwell. Did you go to bed too late and get little sleep? -No, no. It’s just that I've had a bit of a sore throat for two days, but it's nothing, don’t worry -Your throat? Do you usually have problems with it? -Well, every year I end up with tonsillitis or pharyngitis a couple of times, I'm used to it. -And haven’t you gone to the doctor? Are you not treating it with anything? -I take some pills that they always prescribe for me, I usually have them in my bag. -Is that all? Let me take a look… The Tutor took a flat knife, made him open his mouth, pushed down his tongue, and looked at his throat. As he touched it, he realized it was warm… -You have a fever, Raúl. And that throat is going to be terrible by tomorrow if you don’t take care of yourself. -Yes, yes, as soon as I get home I’ll take the pills and go to bed. -No. You must recover well and treat this problem seriously. You’re going to stay here for two or three days until you’re totally well, and I’ll take care of you. He searched through some drawers, took out pajamas, and told him to put them on and get into bed, that in a while he would bring him some hot broth and start the medication. -It’s not necessary, Tutor, really. I can take care of myself, you don’t have to trouble yourself. -Not a chance. You’re going to need throat medicine every 6 hours, fever medicine every 8 hours, and vitamins every 12 hours to recover properly as soon as possible. I estimate that in three days you'll be as good as new. -That’s 9 pills a day, isn’t that too much? Besides, if you give them to me, I can take them myself. -No, Raúl. We must strictly follow the medication schedule, and also no pills. They will be injectable, which works better and faster. -Injectable? What do you mean injectable? All of it? -Yes, of course. Injections in the butt. Every 6 hours, every 8 hours, and every 12 hours. Three days at first. I’ll schedule them spaced out so that you won’t have to be pricked twice in a row without at least an hour in between, don’t worry. When it’s time for a night injection, I’ll wake you up, give it to you quickly, and let you keep sleeping until the next one. You will be able to rest. -But, but… it’s going to hurt my butt a lot. I don’t want so many injections. Please, Tutor… Raúl's tears welled up just thinking about it. -Come on, Raúl, stop acting like a baby, you’re already old enough. Put on the pajamas and get into bed already while I prepare the broth and the first injection; the sooner we start, the better. He gave him a kiss, patted him, and left. Raúl knew there would be no room for discussion, that he would cry a lot those days and that his bottom would hurt the whole time… but at the same time, he knew it was for his own good and that the Tutor would take care of him better than anyone else…