"Chester, Harold - Coper" - читать интересную книгу автора (Chester Harold) COPER
by Harold Chester й 1998 - All Rights Reserved Rob was driving home from work when his left arm fell off. He had just pulled out of the company driveway onto the main road, and as he straightened out the steering wheel he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. With a wet sucking noise, his arm separated from his shoulder and fell down onto the seat between him and the door. As he stared down stupidly at the arm on the seat beside him, its edge as red as raw hamburger, a horn blared beside him. He steered the car back into his lane. Everything seemed to be far away, as if he were in a dream, and he felt numb. He looked over at his shoulder, but saw nothing but the empty sleeve of his green short-sleeved shirt. Why wasn't he bleeding, he wondered. He had to get to a hospital. But he was dizzy and wasn't sure that he could drive too much longer. A few minutes later, he made it to his house. Skidding into the gallon rolling trash dumpster and knocked it over as the car shuddered to a stop. He opened the door and vomited onto the driveway, the vile taste and smell of the yellowish bile making him even more nauseated. Grabbing the dead piece of flesh that used to be his left arm, he staggered to the front door and banged on the bottom of it with his foot. The door swung open and his wife stood there, her eyes wide. "Sally?" he said, then the darkness enveloped him as he sank to the ground. * * * Gradually he became aware of the noises, the brightness and the faint antiseptic smell. The sheets that covered him were cool, and smooth against the skin of his right arm and feet. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times as the white-coated doctor standing by his bedside came into focus. "I'm Doctor Cotesia. You're at the Cooperdale Specialty Clinic. We treat the employees of Truetech Consolidated Chemicals, where you work," the doctor said. |
© 2025 Библиотека RealLib.org
(support [a t] reallib.org) |