When Freddy Marquez was 12, he was hit by a motorcycle while biking and smash(猛撞；摔碎)ed his face into the pavement. He healed fast, but as adolescence reshaped his boyish features, the scar started to tug on(拉扯) his upper lip, leaving his mouth ajar(半开的). “Mom,” he said, “I’m going to high school. I don’t want to look like this.” So in September 2024, his parents found a surgeon in central Florida, where they live, to do a scar revision(修复；修订).
弗雷迪·马尔克斯12岁时骑自行车被摩托车撞倒，脸重重摔在人行道上。他恢复得很快，但随着青春期重塑了他稚嫩的面容，那道疤痕开始拉扯他的上唇，让他的嘴合不拢。“妈，”他说，“我要上高中了。我不想这个样子。”于是2024年9月，他的父母在佛罗里达州中部——他们居住的地方——找到了一位外科医生，做疤痕修复手术。
On the morning of his surgery, Freddy went into the operating room around 9. His mom, Joana Jardin, settle(坐下；安顿)d into a waiting-room chair, expecting to drive him home in a few hours. Noon came, then 1 o’clock, then 2, then 3. “Where is my son?” Joana began to ask. “Where is my son?” The staff couldn’t tell her anything, except that she had to wait. She watched as other parents picked up their kids from surgery and left. At 4 o’clock, she realized she was the only one in the waiting room.
手术那天早上，弗雷迪大约9点进入手术室。他的妈妈乔安娜·贾丁在等候室的椅子上坐下，以为几个小时后就能开车带他回家。中午到了，然后1点、2点、3点。“我儿子在哪儿？”乔安娜开始问。“我儿子在哪儿？”工作人员什么也说不出来，只让她等着。她看着其他父母接走手术的孩子离开。到4点时，她意识到自己是等候室里唯一的人。
When Joana finally got to see Freddy, around 5, he was barely conscious(有意识的). His eyes were closed, his breaths shallow(浅的). He was just sleepy, a nurse reassure(安慰；使放心)d her, because he’d gotten Benadryl after a hive-like rash broke out—but not to worry, the monitors tracking his vitals(生命体征) showed nothing else awry(出错的；歪斜的). Eventually, Freddy managed to slump(瘫坐；暴跌) into a wheelchair, his eyes still closed. He was sent home.
当乔安娜终于在5点左右见到弗雷迪时，他几乎失去意识。他闭着眼睛，呼吸浅弱。一位护士安慰她说，他只是困了，因为出现类似荨麻疹的皮疹后给他用了苯海拉明——但不用担心，监测生命体征的仪器显示没有其他异常。最终，弗雷迪勉强瘫坐进轮椅，眼睛仍然闭着。他被送回了家。
