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I burst in through the doors. A white cloud from the extinguisher follows me in. It wisps away as I get my bearings.
The room is big and round. An operating table with a tray of tools on a stand next to it. There's a bright cluster of lights over the table. Everything is spotless and the room smells of detergent.
I see a hospital bed to my right. Amira lying on top, with Pavel kneeling over her, about to take his pants off. He freezes in surprise.
I stride up to the bed.
One hand on his belt, the other on his left ankle, I drag him off her and throw him across the room.
He bounces and rolls.
Amira lies motionless on the bed in a surgical gown. I hurry over and pull the gown down over her legs. I look at the drip. Just water. She looks drowsy though. Must be the mask. I take it of
