"Kate Wilhelm - April Fools' Day Forever" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wilhelm Kate) came rushing in.
Was it crazy of her to think they had killed her two babies? Why would they? Who were they? Weren't autopsies performed on file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Nieuwe%20map/Kate%20Wilhelm%20-%20April%20Fools'%20Day%20Forever.htm (11 of 82)24-12-2006 2:02:20 Wilhelm, Kate - April Fools' Day Forever.htm newborn babies? Wouldn't the doctors and nurses be liable to murder charges, just like anyone else? These were the practical aspects, she decided. There were more. The fear of a leak. Too many people would have to be involved. It would be too dangerous, unless it was also assumed that everyone in the delivery room, in the OB ward, in fact, was part of a gigantic conspiracy. If only she could remember more of what had happened. Everything had been normal right up to delivery time. Dr. Wymann had been pleased with her pregnancy from the start. Absolutely nothing untoward had happened. Nothing. But when she woke up, Martie had been at her side, very pale, red-eyed. The baby is dead, he'd said. And, Honey, I love you so much. I'm so sorry. There wasn't a thing they could do. And on and on. They had wept together. Someone had come in with a tray that held a needle. Sleep. Wrong end of it. Start at the other end. Arriving at the hospital, four- minute pains. Excited, but calm. Nothing unexpected. Dr. Wymann had briefed her on procedure. Nothing out of the ordinary. Blood Won't be long now, Julia. You're doing fine. Sleep. Waking to see Martie, pale and red-eyed at her side. Dr. Wymann? He would have known. He wouldn't have let them do anything to her baby! At the foot of the stairs she listened to the baby crying. Please don't, she thought at it. Please don't cry. Please. The baby wailed on and on. That was the first pregnancy, four years ago. Then last year, a repeat file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Nieuwe%20map/Kate%20Wilhelm%20-%20April%20Fools'%20Day%20Forever.htm (12 of 82)24-12-2006 2:02:20 Wilhelm, Kate - April Fools' Day Forever.htm performance, by popular demand. She put her hands over her ears and ran back to the fireplace. She thought of the other girl in the double room, a younger girl, no more than eighteen. Her baby had died too in the staph outbreak. Sleeping, waking up, no reason, no sound in the room, but wide awake with pounding heart, the chill of fear all through her. Seeing the girl then, short gown, long lovely leg climbing over the guard rail at the window. Pale yellow light in the room, almost too faint to make out details, only the silhouettes of objects. Screaming suddenly, and at the same moment becoming aware of figures at the door. An intern and a nurse. Not arriving, but |
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