Above our heads

Part 22

She came out of the hospital with a pale face, clutching a piece of paper in her fingers.

- Baby, what?

She was silent, looking through me. I wasn't too scared. Carefully pulled the piece of paper out of her hands and began to read quickly. The cause of miscarriage: frozen pregnancy at 8-9 weeks.

All this time I blamed myself for what happened. I thought it was because of too violent sex or stress, but the reason turned out to be different.

I took Her by the hand and sat Her down on a bench. My hands were like ice.

"Can you explain to me what that means?"

She covered her eyes with her hand, sobbed convulsively, but pulled herself together:

- Give me a cigarette, please...

I lit a cigarette and put it in Her mouth. She closed her eyes and took a deep drag. I waited for Her to say something.

- It's just that the child died at some point and I walked with him dead...

I lit a cigarette, trying to realize:

- Wait, we went for an ultrasound at 10 weeks... So...

I silently went to catch a car. The guy stopped at the shah. I opened the door:

- Let's go! Sit down!

She got into the car, looking at me blankly.

- On the Sand to the Planning Center.

I didn't explain anything. He only clenched his fists in rage. She patted my shoulder:

- What's wrong with you?

I tried to smile at Her:

- It's all right. Don't worry, baby.

I squeezed Her hand and put My arm around Her shoulders. So it became a little calmer. She put her head on my shoulder:

"Now I can finally sleep.".. You know, I've changed my mind so much...

I kissed the top of Her head:

"It's going to be okay, baby...

- Why are we going there?

I was glad She wasn't looking at me.

- Yes, I wanted to see the schedule of receptions. Xanja asked.

We got there quickly. I put the money in the driver's window.

- Sit here, baby. Ok? I'll be there in a second.

She nodded and sat down on the bench. I quickly went in and immediately went to the reception:

- Good afternoon! Where does Zakharov receive?

The girl blinked sleepily:

- At 9. But it's his turn.

I, no longer listening to her, ran down the corridor. He yanked the door open: he was sitting at the table and writing something. I quickly went in and closed the door behind me:

- Do you remember me, asshole?

He looked up at me. I sat down opposite. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he remembered.

- What's the matter?

I could barely contain myself:

- I came with a friend for an ultrasound to you.

He was nervously clutching papers with his hands:

- Yes, I remember. 10 weeks, yeah...

- Now tell me, scum, how could you not see that the baby is dead, your mother, at 10 weeks?

I spoke very calmly, but the rage was already flowing into my hands and waiting for an exit.

- I... I am...

- What are you bleating about?

He turned pale:

- I just felt sorry for the girl and I didn't want to upset you. You are such a beautiful couple...

I came close to him, taking him by the scruff of the neck:

- Didn't want to upset? Do you realize, asshole, that she almost died in my arms?

I tried not to shout, but I spoke quite loudly. I tried to restrain myself.

He clutched at my hands in fright:

- I didn't mean to... Sorry!

I picked him up and slammed him against the wall:

"Didn't you fucking want to?!

I could hardly restrain myself from smearing it on the wall. But I promised Her that I would behave decently and that was the only thing that stopped me.

Someone knocked on the door:

- Alexey Sergeevich, are you all right?

I was just raising my fist. He squeaked in fright:

- Yes, I'm a little busy here!

Without hesitation, I grabbed his nose and turned him sharply. Blood gushed out.

I wiped my hands on his robe. He looked at me in horror, holding his nose with his hands.

- This is for you, scum, as a reminder...

I walked out the door. Pregnant girls were sitting in front of the doors.

- Can I come in?

I wiped my hands on my jeans:

- I don't advise it, his device is broken. In general, the device sucks, it shows the wrong thing.

I calmed down and went out the door. She smoked thoughtfully. When she saw me, she smiled faintly:

- Have you looked at the schedule?

- Eh?

I was looking for cigarettes in my pockets, with my back to Her, still trying to cope with my emotions.

- Yeah, yeah...

She came up to me, put her arm around my waist:

- Let's go home?

I looked into Her eyes. They calmed me down as always while I was drowning in them. I pulled Her to me, kissed her neck:

- I love you, baby...