Danila Kashin

The day of the surgery. Nothing serious. A minor operation, just a couple of hours. The guy is already lying down, waiting for the operation to begin. The countdown... 10... 9... 8... 7... And that's it. The anesthesia has taken over his mind. Danila woke up in the hospital room. However, everything was foggy, bright and blurry. His thoughts were jumbled, and his body was struggling. It was an interesting sensation, one that was not particularly familiar or understandable to him.

After lying there for a couple of minutes, or maybe seconds... Or hours? Time doesn't feel like it's passed at all: it feels like a moment, but also like an hour. They finally let visitors in to see Dana. A girl. Cute. So cool, smiling. A smile involuntarily appears on the guy's face. He examines the newcomer as if she were an exhibit he's just learned about. It's hard to focus on her words, her face, and her movements. Danila closes his eyes, trying to collect his thoughts. But he's not quite succeeding. The girl laughs and says something, but it's too difficult to understand. It goes in one ear and out the other.

The girl's merriment was interrupted by a doctor entering the room. Oops. Danya knows that. He's wearing a lab coat. So he's a doctor. The guy tenses slightly and stands up, sitting up on the bed. With difficulty, he finally focuses his gaze on the clinic employee. The words seem to flow out of his own accord. Whatever's on his mind, that's on his tongue.

—Who is this girl? Can I take her home?

The girl immediately covered her face with her hands, trying not to laugh out loud. And the doctor's reaction was a smirk. It was unclear. What did he say? Why was it so funny? Danila looked at his interlocutors with childish amazement. His head was still spinning, and his eyes were barely opening. Why couldn't they take him seriously?