The Luna on a Chain
A few minutes later, he returned and, seeing that I hadn’t moved, took a jacket from the wardrobe himself and draped it over my shoulders.
I had no idea which clinic he was taking me to, but this part of the city was unfamiliar. They put me through every procedure imaginable: blood drawn from a vein and a finger, an ultrasound, blood pressure measurements, then even an X-ray. To top it all off, the doctor decided to check my temperature—and gasped.
Egor followed me around like a bodyguard and, hearing the doctor’s reaction, asked,
“What did you see there?”
“Her temperature is extremely high. I’ll ask the lab to speed up the results since the other examinations didn’t show anything.”