VII

"I'm Hilda and I'm Damon's girlfriend, they told me where he was after the accident and I rushed to see him," she said in her breath.

Defiantly sticking out her breasts on which her nipples were still treacherously outlined, eager to be squeeze, suck and nibble.

"And what are you, a doctor and are you in charge of Damon? Especially since Dr. Arst takes care of him."

"Doctor Arts?!" Smirnoff raised an eyebrow and looked at her as if she had gone mad. "And, yes, yes, Dr. Arts, yes, exactly. I am a specialist in extrasensory and other phenomena, equilibrium and other narrowly and poorly known areas. Yes, look away from Damon."

She also looked and saw that the light was dimmed again, and the curtains were drawn. Even the fluttering of strong tentacles stopped. Smirnoff mumbles something as he is already too late, that we should let the patient rest. Then his ear flickered, he said he was coming and with a quick step like a fog he just slipped out of the room.

"Ugh, it's good," she heard the voice of Arts, "I don't like this guy at all, he's too dark. There is something primordial evil with his appearance, I can't figure it out, but his character is wrong and here you are."

Only now was nothing clear to her. So does artificial intelligence resonate in this way? Does he have someone he likes and someone he doesn't? Why is he dark? Did he see how excited she was and almost fainted in the presence of the dark Larry?

"Arts, if you hadn't said No! Or so it seemed to me."

"Miss, I didn't say anything, I even did completely different things far outside this institution. Maybe Larry is right."

Good night or good morning of love, she gently sent a thoughtful kiss in the direction of the bed, said goodbye to Arts and quietly left the room.

The boys greeted her politely, they wanted to ask her something, so they fell silent. Emma waited for her at the counter and gently escorted her to the elevator door. Nothing was clear to her. He confuses her even more when he asks her if she is a believer and to get protection. What protection, against what? He just smiled at her, turned around and left. She took the elevator down like in a magnifying glass, without even looking in the mirror. She didn't even see what time it was.

She sat down first in the first transport and traveled to home. It was raining again, and the streets were living some of their lives. A ragged man jumped in front of the vehicle, all in kicks and under a big hat. The vehicle automatically stopped immediately and remained hovering waiting for the passenger to enter, despite the displeasure of a couple of passengers. The strong smell came in with him and she wrinkled her nose in disgust. The smell of an unwashed body, garbage, sewage, street sediment, all that and much more. The vehicle was moving, and under the brim of his hat, the man had two short eyes, she could swear red eyes. She swear he looked at her and she tightened her purse and put her hands away with the jewelry so I couldn't see.