"Pike, Christopher - Whisper Of Death.(1991)TXT" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pike Christopher) "I'll be right here when you come out," he prom-
ised. We entered a different door from the one the doctor had disappeared behind. The smell of alcohol thick- ened. The clinic was small. A few steps and we were in the operating room. The woman handed me a green gown and told me to undress completely and lie on the table with my feet up in the stirrups. I could not believe this was happening. The woman left the room and I began to unbutton my blouse. What a way to begin a relationship, I thought. I was lying on the table with my legs crossed when the doctor entered the room a few minutes later. I wanted to tell him that the table was making my bare butt cold. I also wanted to tell him that I was basically a good person who had made a mistake and that I didn't mean anybody any harm, particularly to the many tiny babies of the world. But I didn't say anything. He gently took hold of my feet and placed them in the stirrups. "I'm going to give you a series of shots, Roxanne," he said. "It will numb the area." "Will they hurt?" I asked. "Yes. But only for a moment." "I like an honest doctor." He reached for a packet on a nearby shelf and opened it. There was a long needle inside and a small bottle of clear liquid next to it. He stabbed the needle into the top of the bottle and slowly filled the syringe, holding it up to the light. It looked like Excalibur, I thought, and he was going to stick it into me. "Jesus," I whispered. "Don't be afraid," he said. I chuckled. "It was more fun getting into this predicament than it is getting out of it." He smiled at my comment, but only for a moment. He wasn't a bad man, but I was just another girl in trouble to him. He probably saw hundreds a year, if not thousands. This was business to him, not a matter |
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