II

Her heart skipped a beat when she realized that this is an elite part of the city, where her beloved lives and works. The words of an unbelieving reporter, who could not find anyone who would tell him the cause of the explosion and fire, whether there were any injured, came to her consciousness like through a fog. The shots changed and an aerial image was shown. The material damage was enormous, it was obvious at first sight, a part of the laboratory complex of the research complex was completely destroyed, millions of tons of structure simply disappeared. Mark's face appeared in the frame for a moment, when she knew that he was the head of security at Research Laboratories, who immediately ordered the interruption of reporting for the personal safety of the news team and the setting up of a protective perimeter. She thought she saw Megalopolis planes, which means that the danger is much greater than what is being said at the moment. An indicator on her wall flashed and a connection was established. Mark, who suddenly looked 20 years older and more miserable, just told her that the boss is in St. Damon.

"We don't know what condition he is in." he continued. A worry danced on his face.

She didn't even have time to speak, and the contact was broken and the wall became medium transparent again without any broadcasts. She didn't even realize that the station's signal had stopped broadcasting as soon as there was no news, nothing, because she immediately took her Blueberry purse, put on her cell phone and rushed to the hospital. As soon as she light came out, lights automatically turned off.

And here I am, she thought, as the sound of heels pounded lightly down the deserted, quiet hallway.

Dear God, what's Damon's condition? Why is it so quiet? Where is everyone?

It is a bit strange that there is no busy medical staff, no noise of devices and no noise of patients. Then she remembered that this was the most expensive hospital in which ordinary mortals had no place. Security door. One, then another, a corner, a counter.

"Good morning," Hilda was greeted by a nurse, an incredibly handsome blonde, a head taller than her, who seemed to have stepped off the catwalk. "How can I help you?

Hilda introduced herself and said who of interest was to her.

"Yeah, tall gentleman from 33 - 33," said the nurse and not looking at the comp. "And what are you to him?"

"I'm his girl," Hilda answered as if from a cannon, blushing slightly as the nurse watched her judging.

Was there jealousy, women's vanity or ... She smiled slightly and said: "Follow me."

"And you better prepare, the patient is not in the best condition…" she said as she passed through another security barrier.

God, how beautiful she is. Well that move. Blouse, skirt, hat, everything fits her perfectly. Beautiful sculpted legs, a mild scent of perfume that tickles the nerves, so where can such a beautiful woman be right here. I felt a bite of jealousy that I quickly suppressed. I'm here because of my darling and I'm not interested in anything else.

Hilda was little surprised why there are so many barriers, shouldn't there be only corridors and rooms without obstacles here, as well as on the lower floors. And who opens the door and moves the panels of clear glass or plastic or whatever, when she hasn't seen the cameras anywhere. She wanted to ask her sister when she stopped.