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Crying, the woman was begging on her knees the doctors she called to save Georgie. But they only threw their hands up and answered that they weren’t omnipotent or gods, carrying George’s body on a stretcher.
“You did everything you could.”
Mary turned round sharply. Her chief, as she suggested, was standing in front of her, dressed in blue clothes. A little way away there also was Devil who settled down majestically. Mary fell to her knees. She didn’t ask for forgiveness, but greeted him, without lowering her head. She wanted to ask him about that girl, about why she didn’t know so much. She wanted to ask millions of questions, get answers, ask for those people she managed to meet. But she was silent. Nothing made sense. Here shoulders were under the pressure of understanding that they had failed their common with Michael mission. Or they just reached the final pla
ed for them by someone.
“Get up,” Michael asked her quietly, devastated. “Get up. They’re just playing with us.”
Maria looked at him uncertainly, but obeyed and got up. The man in blue nodded respectfully.
“I believe,” Mary said for some reason.
He exchanged glances with Devil, and they both kindly smiled at her statement.
“You do,” he agreed and disappeared.
Michael wilted. He sat down on the edge of the bed, no longer paying attention to the frightened gaze of the woman caused by the suddenly wrinkled bed. He lit a cigarette. The woman sneezed.
“The end ...” Michael said, lowering his eyes, his hands, his head.
“Come on! Don’t despair! We will fix everything!”
“If you haven’t understood everything yet, I won’t explain, you just go to the hospital and see yourself what’s with us...”
“I will! I will go and see! And I won’t be mopping, like you, for no reason!”
Michael smiled sadly and lit another cigarette.
The woman laid down on Georgie’s bed, curled up and cried without a single sob, swaying from helplessness and unbearable anguish. The future seemed to her ghostly.
Mary really went to the hospital, where the bodies they dipped into to achieve their goal laid in the Intensive Care. As soon as she set her foot in the ward, the artificial lung ventilation devices, monitors and state sensors they were co
ected to flashed and began to make sounds she didn’t understand, and the full smooth lines appeared on both monitors. Mary ran around the ward, trying to find a button that could bring them back to their former state. She ran out the door and began to call for nurses, doctors, attendants – at least someone. But no one heard her. She broke into the staffroom room, with a huge effort she smashed a vase to wake up the duty doctor on duty – he jumped up from his seat in surprise, half-awake went to get the dustpan and brush, which were in a completely opposite side from the ward. She slammed the door behind him. The doctor frowned, but didn’t change his direction. This shift turned out to be filled with severe cases, and the young doctor was barely moving his legs along the corridor, trying not to fall asleep on the go.