The day when Kaligo was almost killed by a tramp, he decided to appear in the form of deja vu, although now, instead of a knife wound in his chest, his stomach gaped with burgundy, torn to shreds and with his insides thrown out, a hole into which you could stuff an American football ball.
The monitors did not show the slightest sign of a quiet struggle for the possibility of existence.
Doctors have already despaired and lost hope of saving his life.
– 23:00, he left us, turn off the life support devices.
– Doctor, but still if we…
– Disconnect — The man who was most likely the most important in the operating room, with angry despair, whispered through his teeth.
Soon the machines were turned off, and a group of doctors who had lost in this battle, bowed their heads, left the operating room.
As soon as the door slammed shut, the thing that had been in Kaligo's chest all the time showed signs of life.
He had to detach himself from Caligo's body.
Ekutem was exhausted, and looked like dried grapes.
– Who, who, but what's their name there, and yes, but I haven't been a surgeon yet.
Kaligo, hold on to your body now, no, I'll patch up our body and everything will be fine.
These doctors do not know that I supported your heart, though I did not work like a pump, with jerks, it is quite natural that they did not see your pulse on the screens.
Now that no one is bothering me anymore, I will perform the operation myself.
Great, Kaligo we have a great chop here, we'll have to transplant, there should have been organs somewhere.–Ekyutem looked around, but did not find what he needed so much.
Did the doctors take it away.
Okay, Kaligo, it's okay, we'll grow you new organs instead of the destroyed ones.
Ekutem screwed a pair of his tentacles into the Caligo, cut them off and quickly sewed up the wound.
– It's unlikely, my friend, they will grow overnight, but it's enough so that you don't throw off your hooves.
And I think I'm a little tired.
Ekyutem barely had time to return to Kaligo's chest, as fatigue took over him...