He opened his eyes slowly, failing to understand what had happened, but now felt a vague discomfort in the body. The quartz clock pointed to eleven o'clock in the morning, but failed to make the calculation of how many hours he remained unconscious. Something was squeezing the felt on the chest and with a great effort raised an arm to try to break free from the oppressive weight. She sank her fingers into a voluminous mass of curly hair and the adrenaline skyrocketed. With difficulty he managed to lift the seat and looked down on the head of Alice.
-Hey, honey ... Wake up, do not bullshit ...- whispered weakly.
But she did not move and Titian reached Instinctively his hand towards the dashboard to get a syringe. Recognized the right touch, he grabbed the arm of his friend, felt in search of a vein and injected the Narcan, hoping to still be on time. Expectations that the drug made its effect, and meanwhile tried to retrieve all the powers, wiping the saliva from the best he had lost. She looked in the mirror and almost took a hit, looking like a dead man restored to life and that fear helped her recover a bit '. Alice lifted from his chest and lay down on the seat, leaning on her to see if he was alive. The heart did not feel, his limbs were cold and hard and tried to shake it. When he realized that did not respond and did not come out of the coma, mise in moto e partì dirigendosi al più vicino ospedale, correndo come un pazzo in mezzo al traffico caotico di Roma, la mano premuta sul clacson per far scansare le vetture, in bocca una litania che alternava tutti i santi del calendario ai turpiloqui più scurrili che avrebbero fatto arrossire uno scaricatore di porto.
Il poliziotto all'entrata lo bloccò e lui si sporse dal finestrino, balbettando concitato:
-Emergenza... L'accettazione donn... uomini... È in overdose...-
L’agente studiò prima lui, poi Alice, infine alzò la sbarra e Tiziano schizzò dentro, sfiorando un paio di pedoni che lo maledirono, quindi frenò bruscamente davanti al pronto soccorso. Si precipitò all'interno, looking around in the middle of the pit of people, little claws gently by the arm, the first nurse who happened before weighing and dragging out the department said frantic:
-A stretcher ... He's bad ... My friend is dying! -
After the first moment of fright, she approached the Suzuki and peered inside, making us realize the seriousness of the situation.
Soon came the porters, Alice deposited on the stretcher and hijacked the women's ward. Tiziano followed and before the nurse shut the door in his face he could tell her:
-Hey, Alice is a man ... HIV is a man-...-
? -
Yes ... I tried a farle un'iniezione di narcan, ma non è servito a niente.-
La ragazza, a occhi sgranati per la sorpresa, corse a fermare i portantini e in un attimo Alice fu dirottata all'accettazione uomini, sotto lo sguardo attento di Tiziano. L'infermiera gli ordinò di aspettare fuori e prima di lasciarlo chiese:
-Sicuro di sentirti bene?-
-Io... Sì, sto bene. Tu pensa a salvare Alice.-
-Ti raggiungo tra un po' per compilare la cartella. Aspettami qui.-
Spossato e al limite delle forze, si lasciò cadere su una sedia, ignorando le occhiate di disgusto, paura e disprezzo che gli lanciava la gente in attesa come lui e iniziò a ingoiare una pasticca dietro l'altra di roipnol. Allungò le gambe, appoggiò head against the wall and crossed his arms to his chest after he put his glasses in the mirror. He watched the people around him destroyed from the air and eyes red from crying and sighed. If there was someone worse off than him. When the nurse appeared
making him sign to follow her, got up and found himself in an aseptic room full of files, folders, gauze, syringes, tubes, specimens, cotton, scissors and lots of other things. A porter was arranging some bottles in a display case and recognized the methadone. Sit-
.- invited the girl sitting at a desk in turn and taking a white folder. -I need the generality of your friend .-
-Del my friend? - Repeated without understanding, bringing out the window in front of him.
-Di ... Alice
.--Ah - said dropping his chair. -It is called Alice, was born in 1969, he started smoking in 1983, to be in 1985, has contracted HIV, syphilis is he continuing crises liver ...-
-Hey, quiet! Ok? Come to order. I want to know his real name .- .-
-Alice-Real! -
-Alice
.- The nurse took a deep breath, warning them not to lose your temper and repeated knocking on the index folder:
-I here I have to write his own name, you know -
-And I'll repeat that she is Alice. Alice just said .- Tiziano looking around.
-Ok. Alice, then .- resigned acceptance.
The porter looked at him sideways but said nothing, while a pair of doctors with stethoscope around his neck, entered the chatter of a patient with little hope of survival, deliberately ignoring the present. After being squared and deemed harmless, Titian returned to focus sull'infermiera and asked worriedly
-How are you? -
-You said that he was born in '69? - The girl asked, pretending not to hear him.
-How are you? - Requests the
-I do! Twenty years old, right? - Snapped in exasperation, thinking that this morning he had already seen and heard them too well to heed to a junkie.
-Yes .-
-What you inject heroin as well? -
.- Cocaine-All-in amount? -
-Not less than two grams per day .- replied vaguely, staring at the pen that was running fast on the folder taking notes. Since in-
overdose? -
-Since last night .-
-Why did not you bring it before? - Tiziano
smiled and leaned on the desk, breathing in his face: "Why
I woke up only a 'hour after the last huge pear
.- The nurse instinctively dodged and said
-And you've injected the naloxone? -
-The Narcan, .- answered yes to these straits. But you-what the fuck do you care? - Said laid down again allo schienale della sedia.
-Devo sapere tutto di lui. Come ti procuri il naloxone?-
-Senza offesa, ma sono cazzi miei.-
L’infermiera picchiettò la penna sul tavolino e infine chiese:
-Quando ha saputo di essere sieropositivo?-
-Poco tempo fa.-
-Quanto?-
-Due mesi, tre, quattro, un anno, che differenza fa?- sbottò adirato.
-Genitori?- chiese esasperata, insofferente alla ritrosia di Tiziano e alla puzza che emanava.
-No.-
-No, cosa? No, non li ha, oppure no, non li conosco?-
-No e basta.-
-Cosa fa per vivere?-
-Marchette.-
A quella risposta l'infermiera alzò rapidamente gli occhi dalla cartella e lo scrutò a lungo. Tiziano straightened up and grinned in the Putnam said
-You got it wrong, sweetie, I am normal in every way. I did not do it with Alice
.--I did not ask anything. Where do you live? -
-Con-
me .- Where? -
-Second star to the right and straight on till morning .- replied caustically. -Well, you tell me how the hell are you? What do you need that crap if you resign? -
-This time you've got it wrong: the ... the hospital because your friend does not come out of the coma. Do you understand? -
Tiziano looked startled, as he blinked to clear his head and repeated:
-In a coma? In a coma? You could not wake her up? -
-No. Then answer my questions without try to be funny. Home? -
-In coma ... It is still in a coma ... What does this mean? Die? -
-
.- We do not know-I do not know? -
-No. Where do you live? -
-A 'fuck live! Can you tell me what the fuck you need to know then if she dies? - Shouted jumping up and beating his fists on the table with a violence driven by fear.
She jumped in fright and looked him straight in the face, and the porter approached the desk with a gloomy air, ready to defend the nurse and two doctors turned to look at him shocked.
-.- There is no point you tried to placate him with a warm tone that he could find more professional. From there, they are doing their utmost to salvarlo, quindi calmati.-
-Voglio vederla.-
-Impossibile.-
-Voglio vederla!-
-Impossibile!-
Tiziano esitò un attimo, lasciò vagare lo sguardo sugli uomini presenti, quindi sorrise e se ne andò come un diavolo. L’infermiera lo rincorse, ma lui salì sul Suzuki e sparì così come era apparso.
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