"Roger Zelazny - Amber 01 - Nine Princes In Amber" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

"When do I check out?" I asked.
"I'll have to ask Doctor."
"Do so," I said.
"Please roll up your sleeve."
"No thanks."
"I have to give you an injection"
"No you don't. I don't need it"
"I'm afraid that's for Doctor to say."
"Then send him around and let him say it. But in the meantime, I will not
permit it."
 "I'm afraid I have my orders."
"So did Eichmann, and look what happened to him," and I shook my head
slowly.
"Very well," she said. "I'll have to report this...
"Please do," I said, "and while you're at it, tell him I've decided to
check out in the morning."
"That's impossible. You can't even walk - and there were internal
injuries..."
"We'll see," said I. "Good night"
She swished out of sight without answering.
So I lay there and mulled. It seemed I was in some sort of private place -
so somebody was footing the bill. Whom did I know? No visions of relatives
appeared behind my eyes. Friends either. What did that leave? Enemies?
I thought a while.
Nothing.
Nobody to benefact me thus.
I'd gone over a cliff in my car, and into a lake, I suddenly remembered.
And that was all I remembered.
I was...
I strained and began to sweat again.
I didn't know who I was.
But to occupy myself, I sat up and stripped away all my bandages. I seemed
all right underneath them, and it seemed the right thing to do. I broke the
cast on my right leg, using a metal strut I'd removed from the head of the
bed. I had a sudden feeling that I had to get out in a hurry, that there was
something I had to do.
I tested my right leg. It was okay.
I shattered the cast on my left leg, got up, went to the closet.
No clothes there.
Then I heard the footsteps. I returned to my bed and covered over the
broken casts and the discarded bandages.
The door swung inward once again.
Then there was light all around me, and there was a beefy guy in a white
jacket standing with his hand on the wall switch.
"What's this I hear about you giving the nurse a hard time?" he asked, and
there was no more feigning sleep.
"I don't know," I said. "What is it?"
That troubled him for a second or two, said the frown then, "It's time for
your shot."
"Are you an M.D.?" I asked.