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Chapter 7
Larry opened his eyes and did not understand where he was: white bed, curtains, night lamp and a girl wearing a white robe and a hat. Larry was about to get up, but stinging pain nailed him to the bed. Then he recalled of the race and the crash.
“My leg,” Larry said in a strangled voice, “my leg hurts…”
The nurse turned around and cast a look at him. “Oh, our handsome man has woken up already. Well,” she stood up and came closer to Larry, “what is it?”
“How is my leg? Is it very bad? How soon can I get up?”
The nurse was a little upset. “I’ll call up the doctor. He wanted to examine you, so will be able to ask him this question.”
“Thanks, nurse. I can wait.” Larry smiled. “I feel quite well. I just want to know, when I will be able to get out here.”
He did not have to wait long. A minute later, a tall and stout man entered the room. He wore serious expression of his face, one hand in the pocket of his robe while he was twiddling with a pencil in the other. He was obviously bothered with something.
“Well, how is my patient doing?” he asked in a heavy and rasp voice.
“I feel a terrible pain in my left leg, I must have got it wounded very heavily today.”
“You have got injured, but not today. A week ago,” the doctor corrected.
“How could it be a week ago? I remember it very well that I have been brought here straight from the track today.”
“Don’t worry, it’s very natural after getting such a heavy trauma and narcosis.”
“What trauma? What are you talking about? I just broke my leg and that’s it,” Larry did not give up.
The doctor took off his glasses, wiped them out, put on again and fitted behind the ears. “You see,” he obviously did not know what to start from, “as far as understand, you have not been informed yet…”
“Informed of what?” Larry got even more surprised.
“The thing that…”
The doctor fell silent. Larry understood that he had temporized over something.
“What is this ‘The thing that’…” Larry got angry, “come on, say it quickly…”
“We had to amputate your left leg.”
“What?“ Larry threw away the blanket and screamed, “What have you done to me? I just broke my leg and now… Get out of here, all of you,” the guy‘s eyes filled with tears. “What am I going to do now?”
The doctor stayed. So did the nurse.
“Please, take it easy,” the doctor said kindly, “We had no chances to save your leg. You are lucky that you survived. You will have a prosthetic appliance and no one even notice this. You can be proud of your faithful and beautiful girlfriend, who keeps coming every day. You have your mother too, so don‘t give up. Sometimes there are much worse outcomes. For instance, you friend was a total misfortune.”
Larry was so upset that he was almost skipping the doctor‘s words, but he did fix the last ones. “What‘s wrong with him? Where is he?” Larry got worried.
“He is buried already. He died straight away.”
“Is Arnold dead!” The news about his friend’s death had struck him dumb. In a moment a glimpse of Arnold face and the sound of his said words passed through in front of Larry… Larry turned, his eyes narrowed. All of a sudden, he started smiling, but there was chaos seen in his eyes. “No, it can‘t be true… You must have made a mistake…”
The doctor nodded to the nurse giving a sign to prepare some stuff for him. Then Larry fixed his frightened look on the doctor‘s eyes. “I was told that everything was fine… You are kidding me! This is impossible…”
“The doctor doesn‘t lie, young man,” the nurse interfered and cleaned a spot on his arm with disinfect, “You‘ll get better after I make this injection.”
“No, please, don‘t… I will make it … Simply, I can‘t believe so far that Arnold is dead.”
The doctor tried to comfort Larry. “Such is life,” he said. “We have to put up with everything and go through life with our heads erect, take it or leave it…”
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