About the Bonnie.
It is made of corners and corners. Small brown living eyes, a sharp nose, picturesque pimples, veins in the nodes. And always ready to flash on the face of the child's blossoming smile. Bonnie is about fifty. She’s up to us to take tests twice a week, shakes her eyes, turns her head, and the lab immediately becomes noisy. She sprinkled compliments. She cries and makes me laugh. On the verge of decency is interested in the details why this girl did not sleep at the reception. He notices a new tattoo on the wrist of the other and cheers joyfully “ego-gay!” the third.
Bonnie is fashionable. She has beautiful rings and chains. She still has no leg.
Sometimes, a little sluggish, she comes on a prosthetic, but something he does not quite satisfy her. Usually she cleverly jumps from the driver's seat of a small Toyota into a wheelchair. And then cleverly and quickly rushes through the hospital corridors, involuntarily forcing the encounters to jump away and scream after her "Sorry!" for being in her way.
She wraps the needle shirt in my hand. “Do you like the library?” she asked. I love the city library. This is the best place on earth!" she dreamingly tells how great it is there to meditate, stretch in a chair, listen to audio books, watch movies, talk to people. Flirt with a guard on the parking lot - well, a very interesting man, a retired firefighter! I mean, to ride there.
She strips a piece of wool from her sleeve. She has three dogs. I already know their names and works.
I pull the needle out of the vein, press a tampon. It needs to be kept for a long time, otherwise her blood, drunk with drugs, will flow and flow.
I worked in another department for a while. And I don’t even notice that she hasn’t appeared for a few weeks.
The next day, Bonnie enters the office with the wind. “How are you, Bonnie?I smile, I am really happy to see her. And I stop in shock confusion, trying not to betray myself.
Bonnie has no legs.
She slightly rotates her lean naked body on the seat with strong hands. She notices my gaze, and her lips scratch for a second. And then with a fun annoyance she says, "Well, you understand, fuck you understand these strange doctors, something didn't like my foot! They pulled! No, I am jealous of everyone! And the weight has become less, now I weigh like a supermodel!” and radiantly smiles to me.
Then cleverly flashes, pressing the elbow with a tampon, says - "look!" - and strongly scrolls the wheel of the wheel, driving through the cabinet. In both wheels the kaleidoscope flashes colorful bulbs. Bonnie sincerely sneered, seeing my surprise. Just like a child, she cuddly goes on to say goodbye.
May God protect you, Bonnie. For us all.