"Pike, Christopher - Whisper Of Death.(1991)TXT" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pike Christopher)

go ahead with the abortion suddenly turned over
sharply inside me. Why was I doing this? Had I really
asked myself that question? If I had, I had forgotten
the answer to it. Yeah, sure, Pepper wanted me to get
rid of the kid, and I was worried about losing Pepper.
But if he was going to leave me now for this reason, he
would leave me later for another. I had nothing to
lose, I thought, by keeping what was ours.

I wanted to stop the procedure. I wanted to go
home.

"Doctor?" I called, opening my eyes. "Are you
there?"

No answer. I pulled my right leg out of the stirrup,
then my left. I could sense that I was still numb inside,
but believed I could walk. I didn't think I'd changed
my mind too late. The doctor had only worked on me
a few minutes before leaving. I could see no blood,
and suddenly my sensation of dizziness vanished. I
felt good, better in fact than I had since I found out I
was pregnant. I swung my legs over the side of the
table and stood up.

I called out to the doctor and nurse again. Still no
answer. The green gown was bugging me, so I pulled it
off and quickly slipped back into my clothes. Then I
stepped into the hallway.

A dizzy sensation overtook me with a bang.

As I looked down the hall, opposite the direction
from which I had entered the operating room, the
walls suddenly elongated, stretching the hall into what
could have been a pathway into infinity. At the very
end of the hall was blackness. Nothingness. I shot out
my right arm and caught the edge of the door frame
with my hand. I passed the back of my hand over my
eyes and steadied myself. My vision cleared. The
length of the hallway shrunk to normal size. I turned
and walked toward the reception area.

Pepper jumped up as I came out. He had been
reading a People magazine. The woman at the desk
must have been in the back. We were alone.

"Are you done already?" he asked.

"Yes."