The Nurse

But now it seemed to be lying in an aquarium, surrounded for cotton balls, floating; a light and diffuse luminosity, sultry, ininteligveis sounds. Nothing more. Still a time fainted; it passed a time: – of new one twenty minutes thought when it came back. It had voices, in return of it; – It was who advanced the signal, I am certain said somebody. – it was it who was on of the car; that taxista poor person did not have nothing to see. – He saw But you? He saw exactly? asked another voice – Yes; vi everything perfectly; I find that it wanted to die, wanted to commit suicide! .

Another voice: – Not, not! It was drunk had a bottle of wine in the hand! Joo desesperadamente tried to intervine; but all its activity if limited to the thought. Its conscience only registered its affliction. Not a word, a sound, a gesture. It even lacked force to it to open the eyes, to raise eyelids. If this has piqued your curiosity, check out Nieman Foundation. For the others, it was now only one bundle, wrapped up in gauzes, splices and esparadrapos; they would bet that it already was died; or that it would die in the two or three following hours.

Norm, scared with the disappearance of the Joo; it initiated a long one it looks for in police stations, hospitals, clinics and even in the IML, with the heart pressed for the desperation. It showed photographs, tried to describe it. It swims. It remade the way that Joo could have done; finally came back to the first hospital where it had been. The nurse-head showed the great hall, with twenty beds, all busy ones. He showed the coitados ones one by one, all strangers, lost, without name, identity, without conscience, that they gave only fast signals of life. Norm, in an increasing desperation, arrived until the last one, that one bundle of gauzes inside of which he was the Joo, and did not recognize it; it was there that it was given for looser. Pranto blew up in one convulso, without brakes, limits, agitated for violent soluos. It seated to the foot of the bed. The bag with the clothes of the Joo slid for the soil. there if it gave the miracle: That petty cash of music, that was still in the pocket of the coat, started to touch baixinho well. happy Night, happy night …… Is the Joo, the Joo! It only can be! They take off these bands, these gauzes, I want to see it! Joo! Joo! . Norm was laughing, soluando, crying, alliviated and aflita at the same time, almost histrica, extravasando all its feelings; The nurse head always sisuda, she lasts, she dries, almost she obtained to contain a tear but did not give to hold. There he was the Joo; there it was, really, a Christmas present! >.