"Giles, Michelle - Waiting To Die" - читать интересную книгу автора (Giles Michelle)

"I've been hurt." He paused. "What about you, Jenna?"

"I don't know. I haven't faced the reality yet. I just don't believe I'm going to die."

"When you finally do, you'll understand what I'm doing."

Jenna looked out at the road, then back at the digital clock. Hanging next to it was a copy of Matt's blood test results. She peered closer. In each section, the numbers were exactly the same as hers...

"Hold on!" Matt yelled.

Jenna snapped her head up. She saw, for a brief second, the tractor trailer heading straight for them.

"Good news, young lady."

At the sound of the ER doctor's voice, Jenna struggled against the pain shooting through her back and sat up.

"You are going to be just fine," he said. "You and your friend were lucky."

"Yeah," Jenna mumbled. "Real lucky."

"I know," the doctor said. "Your friend was drunk. He's been released, but the police are going to charge him with drunk driving. You're both lucky to be alive."

"It doesn't matter," she said. "We're dying anyway."

The doctor raised his eyebrows.

"Cancer." Jenna looked at the clock on the wall, the painful reminder returning. "Started in my stomach and now it's spread all over."

The doctor pulled out her chart. "I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't see any abnormalities in your X-rays or your blood results."

"What!" Jenna screamed.

"Try to stay calm," the doctor said. "Let me run some more tests."

Jenna fell back into the bed, praying she wasn't dreaming.

Ten days later, Jenna received her final test results. She spent every minute, of every hour, of the next three days uncovering the truth. A trip to another doctor and the Mountain View Psychiatric Hospital completed her research. She had her life back, and her dream. A sad, unbelievable story--a definite bestseller. Her first instinct was to call the police, but no, that would have to wait. She still had one last piece of research left.

She called Matt.

They cornered Dr. Wright inside his office.

"How could you hurt innocent people like this?" Jenna shouted, waving her file in front of the doctor. "You are a sick, sick person!"

Seated behind his desk, Dr. Wright stared into her eyes, again his face held no expression.

Matt paced the floor. The clock ticked.

"Telling perfectly healthy people they are going to die? What kind of doctor, what kind of a person, are you?" Jenna fought an urge to strike him, to release all her pain and frustration of the last several days.