Chapter - 22

- Prepare a separate room for her, - said one of the people in a white coat, who is part of Nadia's escort group

The man was addressing a young girl, also wearing a white coat, no more than twenty years old. The little girl nodded, looked intently, scrutinizingly, with genuine curiosity at Nadia and rushed to carry out the doctor's instructions.

- And what are you standing for? Finally figure out what's going on upstairs! Can't you see that the subject is nervous? Quickly! Quickly!

"Object? Did you hear that freak call your wife… Are you just going to stand there and watch it from the sidelines?"

Grisha, who had been standing slightly to the side all this time, tried to squeeze through to his wife, but someone's hand roughly pushed him aside.

- Stay out of it!

"You don't understand, this is my wife..." Grisha tried to object.

- Don't meddle with who I'm telling! – one of the doctors repeated more insistently.

The guy stepped back and bowed his head.

It's all right, isn't it? Everything is fine? Tell me it's true.

Thoughts swirled in my head like a hurricane. He tried to calm himself down and could not find a place for himself, not understanding what was going on and why the staff of the rehabilitation center were so interested in his wife. Why is his wife called an object, why all this fuss and haste. What are these strange sounds coming from the second floor of the rehabilitation center, as if someone turned the furniture upside down there and staged a real pogrom. But unlike his own wife, Grisha didn't give a damn about the strange sounds. I wanted to understand what was going on, I wanted that disgusting voice inside to be silenced…As for the attention of the employees, he reassured himself that such an attitude, even in this form, meant an attempt to help and tried to keep himself in hand. I must say, Grisha turned out to be shoddy, if not disgusting. Nadia has already been changed into a hospital gown, an ECG was done, blood samples and smears were taken. The doctor in charge of his wife kept throwing him an outrageous look. Now the man in the white coat openly turned to rudeness. But, in the end, this doctor could at least incinerate him with such views, could say anything and continue to be rude, but Grisha left his pregnant wife in the hands of the center's employees and whether they wanted it or not, the employees will have to put up with Grisha's presence!

"You mean you're going to go all the way, man? Do you want to say that?", - flashed through my head.

Grisha clenched his fists. Another employee in a white coat appeared in the corridor, accompanied by a bully in military camouflage. He handed the doctor leading Nadia the results of the tests that he was holding in his hands and left. A bully in a military uniform remained standing at the door to the ward, which was being prepared for Nadia by a nurse.

"May I have the results of the tests, Doctor?" Everything is fine? – Grisha tried to get closer, but a bully in a military uniform suddenly blocked his way.

The doctor cast another withering glance at Grisha, in which irritation was already being read, went up to Nadia and checked her pulse. He shook his head. The man was holding the results of a cardiogram in his hands, and apparently the specialist did not like what he saw in the printout. He went to the door and knocked.

- Galya, could you hurry up, Vasily Viktorovich's personal order, - he said.

"Come in," came a voice from behind the door.

"Can you walk, dear?"

The doctor supported Nadia by the shoulder and escorted her through the opened door, making sure that the girl did not stumble over the threshold. Grisha caught Nadia's eye. Fright hung in the girl's eyes. The man's heart tightened in his chest.

- Everything will be fine! Don't be afraid, everything will be fine, do you hear me? I love you darling!

Grisha rushed after the doctor and his wife who were hiding in the room, but a bully in military camouflage suddenly blocked his entrance. The soldier shook his head, slightly pushing Grisha in the chest and putting his hand on the handle of the machine gun.

"You stay here," he said in a rough bass voice.

- But my wife is there! – Grisha tried to pass again.

The big guy put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

"I understand, but I don't advise it," he said.

The guy looked into the laughing eyes of the bully and, with all his strength, threw off the man's hand and pushed him in the chest.

"You... you don't understand anything!"

To his surprise, the military man only shook his head in response. Perhaps if it wasn't for the order, this hefty guy would have smeared Grisha's head against the wall long ago or hammered the guy into the floor like a nail into a rotten board, but now he was on duty and strictly obeyed the regulations.

- Please... I beg you... I need to know what's going on with Nadia and our child…

Grisha tried to look behind the military man, who blocked almost the entire passage with his figure, and saw how Nadia flatly refused to lie down on the couch prepared by the nurse. Grisha grabbed his hair and began to wind circles in the corridor, not understanding how to do the right thing and unable to gather himself to pull himself together.

"Time goes by, and you don't know what they're doing with your pregnant wife there."

Grisha stopped and froze as if rooted to the spot. He buried his face in his palms, realizing that he had no right to leave his pregnant wife alone, when suddenly the doctor's voice was heard from the room.

- Let the husband in. Skip her husband, she doesn't want to do anything without him!

Grisha, hearing these words, rushed to the doorway and literally leaked through a bully in military camouflage. The soldier grinned, not hurrying to step aside. Finally, once inside the room, Grisha threw himself into Nadia's arms.