Love under anesthesia. Romero E.

From his gaze, my knees tremble and my tongue is braided. Probably, the point is not only that I am now lying under anesthesia, and he is following my pulse. The curse is that this handsome man is my doctor, and what's worse, it is I who today find myself his patient.

- aaa! Doctor!

- What is it, what are you screaming?

- I am there... is there naked?

- Of course. God, no! Enough. I don't need an operation. I want to get up!

- quietly. Quiet, I said! No. Don't get up. You are covered. What is not necessary is not visible.

This same doctor. I do not see him, but I hear a voice. Low and hoarse.

I feel trembling in the body when he takes my hand, and puts it on a special stand.

- What... this, not everything is still?

- no.