The baby's head was almost out, but my frantic pushing only worsened the old injury in my spine – the one still held together by more than a dozen steel pins. I simply didn't have any strength left.
Tom sat back down on the sofa, pondered for a long time, seemingly thinking of something, and took out his phone to call his assistant.
"Go and send some money to the family of that deceased obstetrician-gynecologist. It's not an easy job; dying on the operating table … I don't know whether to be happy for her or sad."
The assistant on the other end was silent for a few seconds before speaking hesitantly, "Tom, I heard from a friend that the obstetrician was from our hospital. I think her name was …"
"Tom." Dina's coquettish voice from the courtyard made Tom hang up the phone and walk outside.
The assistant on the phone had almost spoken my name, but his boss was already moving further and further away from the phone, clinging to Dina in the courtyard.
I've been gone from this world for five days.
After returning home drunk one night, Tom looked at the empty house and seemed to finally remember me.