Above our heads

Part 19

We were sitting on the balcony in Gorbushka. Girls were screaming downstairs: panties with bras were flying to the stage.

The Chaifs brought out their hits. The girls were naked to the waist, sitting on the guys' shoulders. We frankly had fun looking at it all from above.

I was looking with pleasure at another undressing girl with huge breasts, when She suddenly clutched her arm to the point of pain. I whirled around. She was crouched, almost sliding out of the chair.

I flew out of my seat:

- Baby, what's wrong with you?

His face was white as paper. She held out her hand to me with a strange expression on her face. She was all in red. I didn't understand what was going on. The music was screaming.

She groaned and writhed again, clutching her stomach. I got on my knees and felt that they were instantly soaked.

- Something with the baby... Aah...

I was scared:

- what?

- Something's wrong with the baby... My stomach hurts...

I took Her arm, but She stumbled and moaned again. I grabbed Her in My arms and somehow, miraculously, managed to get down the stairs with Her in My arms without falling.

I was rushing with Her to the exit. There was a pained expression on Her face.

"It's okay, baby. Don't worry!

She was crying, holding her stomach.

A guard was smoking at the exit.

- Is there a doctor?

He looked at us lazily. But, looking where my feet were, I gasped:

- No, man, no... You need to go to the hospital...

I was yelling at him:

- Catch the car now! Faster!

The guard with a frightened face ran to the road to catch a ride. The Volga drove up.

- Open the fucking door, bitch!!!

I dragged Her inside, sat down and put Her head on My lap:

- Let's go!

A gloomy driver was looking at me:

- Where to?

- The cat is fucking crazy! On Sokol, Panfilova 15/22.

She patted my hand:

- It's okay... Don't shout...

The driver started from the spot.

- Baby, are you okay?

She closed her eyes:

- That's not very good...

I was horrified to see a huge blurring spot under it:

- Drive faster, asshole!!!

He grunted something under his breath. I promised myself to punch him in the face on arrival.

I stroked Her head:

- We'll be right there, sun, soon already...

She was crying silently, holding her stomach. I bit my lips to keep from bursting into tears.

- Which entrance?

-6! Drive straight to the door!!!

He opened the door. I pulled Her out. Why did it become very heavy. The face was completely white. When I picked Her up in my arms, blood was flowing down my jeans like a waterfall.

The driver opened the door to the entrance:

- Can I help you carry it?

- Take the money in your back pocket!

He waved his hand and drove away. I pressed the elevator button. She began to turn off, her eyes rolled up. I was terrified:

- Look, look at me!

My heart was pounding wildly, and fear was knotting my stomach.

With a growl, I began to kick furiously at the door:

- Open up!!!

Her hand, which was holding me by the neck, fell. There was already a puddle under my feet.

Father opened the door. I pushed him away and carried Her into the room. Xanja looked into the room:

- What happened?!

- Bring ice!!!

I put Her on the bed. She got wet almost immediately. She didn't react to me, I started hitting Her on the cheeks:

- Look, look at me!!!

Xanja pushed me aside. I put ice on Her stomach. She opened her eyes for a second, moaned and froze again.

- Did you call an ambulance?!

- yes!

The spot was getting huge. I ran out into the corridor. My father shied away from me. I reached into the medicine cabinet. After Mom, there should have been ammonia left. The jars flew in different directions. He grabbed the jar, unscrewed the lid with his teeth, dripped on cotton wool and rushed back into the room. She was lying in the same position.

I began to rub Her temples under Her nose. She jerked, opened her eyes. They were like blind people. I rubbed it again and It already consciously looked at me. I stroked Her face:

- It's okay, zaya! The ambulance is coming now... Just look at me, don't look away.

I squeezed her hand: It was cold and somehow transparent. For some reason I remembered my mother. I clenched my teeth, barely suppressing a scream.

There was a noise in the corridor.

- Why was it called so late?

A fat doctor in a blue dressing gown ran into the team with a valise. Pushing me away, she lifted Her eyelids, probed her stomach:

- Why was it called so late?! Policy, passport!!!

She sat down at the table, began to ask some stupid questions. I yelled:

- Take Her to the hospital! What the fuck are you stalling for?!

My father dragged me out of the room with difficulty:

- Go, son!

He walked in, closing the door tightly behind him. I slid down against the wall, biting my fist so as not to scream. The pain was such that I was afraid I couldn't cope with it. The blood was pounding in my ears.

- Young man, help!

I ran into the room. She was trying to sit up. Everything squelched under it. The doctor and I grabbed Her by the arms. In the elevator, she suddenly rolled her eyes and sank to the floor. The doctor, cursing, shoved ammonia under Her nose. She was turning away, but she woke up. I held Her tightly by the waist:

- Let's go to the hospital now, baby...

The doctor looked at me angrily:

- Why was it called so late? Another half an hour and that's it! What were you thinking at all?!

I clenched my teeth and glared at Her, but didn't answer.

The elevator finally reached the first floor. I took Her in my arms and ran out into the street. She became completely transparent, her hands hung like whips. Blood was flowing down my arms. I didn't even think there could be so much blood. The driver pulled out a stretcher. We put it down. I wanted to go with Her, but the doctor pushed me in the chest:

-no! Serega, drive to Tushino!

- Which one?

She said angrily:

- You've already done your job..

The door slammed shut. The ambulance rushed out of the yard. I remained standing stupidly.