Burnt by shattle. Levset Darchev

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      A doctor, a middle-aged woman in a white coat and manometer, hung on her neck, went to the bed, pushed the taboo, sat down and took the patient’s arm to measure the pressure. She pumped air into the pressure gauge system and look at the scoreboard – the pressure dropped to zero. Only then she strangely looked at the patient’s face – his strange look excited her: his eyes are tightly closed, arc delineate the seam eyelashes, a forelock on the forehead with a triangular point exactly along the geo-metrics rests in the middle of the nose bridge on the heart-shaped the oval of an unusually pale face. The doctor leaned back and asked for another manometer.The result is the same. Her head spun, she stood up and went to his own cabinet with bad forebodings, giving instructions to the assistant to make an injection. She desided to bring her feelings in order

      In less than two minutes, as the assistent went into the office of the doctor and stood on the threshold with a syringe in her hand and with a mute horror-catfish in the eyes.

      – What? Asked the doctor.

      The assistent could not answer, but only held out a piece of cotton wool towards the doctor.

      “Look, the blood is blue.”

      – Can not be! -Said the doctor, rising from her chair. She pushed aside the frozen assistent, squeezed into corridor, to immediately get into the room, where they placed unusual patient. – Kianetics, then. There is nothing to be surprised! There are eight thousand such people in the world. The doctor was rattling on the move, calming himself. Finally, the assistent moved and swam after the doctor.

      Entering the ward, they both froze, ceasing to breathe and glancing on the rumpled bed, on which they were supposed to see to put the patient, but there was no one there.

      The doctors looked at each other.

      “A humanoid, an alien,” Olga said in a strange voice. – It is necessary to inform immediately the KGB.

      “And do not you dare,” the doctor recommended.

      – Why?

      “Because no one will believe you and take you to a psychiatric hospital”, muttered the doctor Nelya Petrovna. She, temporarily, loaded into a cosmic state, ceased to believe eyes. – And was it?

      “Petrovna, what are you doing?” You do not believe what happened.

      “No, you as you want, but i feel responsibility and should

      gather material and report on it, – Olga said intermittently and emotionally.

      – Do as you wish, Olga, but me, please, do not entangle in this story, – Nelya Petrovna implored, – I’m afraid.

      In Olga, on the contrary, the enthusiasm of the hunter began to gain strength and curiosity: I decided to get to the bottom of what had happened before end. She threw off her dressing gown and ran into the waiting room to quickly find out information from the team of “Ambulance”.

      – Hello, – Olga shouted, dialing the phone on duty -please call someone from the car number 15. It’s from the hospital!..

      Time dragged on.

      “Hello, I’m listening,” a man’s voice said.

      – Tell me where, in which place you picked up the patient

      man half an hour ago?

      Pause.