The end justifies the means 3
They took me, in a stretcher, to a blue room. In it,there was a lit surgical lamp. Some people turned to look at me. I saw hands with gloves and faces with masks on.
- We will stop that hemorrhage, - said the doctor. - Then we will take some x-rays, - he looked at me - Did you waken up, Mr..?.
I agreed and tried to speak.
- Don't speak. You can have a broken jaw. First,we will close that wound you have in your forehead, and later we will see.
The nurse wet my face first with an antiseptic. The spong was bloodstained.
- Now alcohol, - she said, - it is possible that it may burn you a little.
The doctors spoke to each other, looking at the wound.
- You can write a superficial wound of six centimeters in the right temple.
The doctor maintained the suture curved needle in a carries needles. The nurse went back and he stepped in her place near my head.
I waited for pain, but it was nothing more than a slight jab in my forehead. The doctor that was sewing said, - It is a clean and sharp incision. It almost seems surgical.
- Cold weapon?
- It could be, but I doubt it.
The nurse put a tourniquet on my arm and extracted blood.
- It is better that you also give him the antitetanic serum, - said one doctor, while he made the suture, - and an injection of penicillin, - and he told me, - close your eyes once to say "Yes" and twice to say "No". Are you allergic to the penicillin?
I closed my eyes once.
- Are you sure?
I closed them twice.
- That's right, - said the doctor.
He returned to the suture. The nurse gave me two injections. The other doctor examined my body without saying anything.
I lost consciousness again. When I opened my eyes, I saw a great apparatus of X-rays above my head.
Somebody was saying, "Slowly, slowly", in an irritated voice.
And again I was unconscious.