“And from you, Nik, I can’t turn away even for a minute!” Kors shouted angrily at him in black. “They are touching you again!”
“Did I take his cock in mouth?” Nik snapped.
“Well… Nik,” Kors stretched his hands forward, towards him, slightly spreading his fingers, “be quiet… just be silent.”
“But how am I going to get him medicine?” The doctor intervened. “You yourself came to me for help!”
“Just give me the best medicines of the Upper!”
“But this is absurd!”
“What? Are you evading a direct order?”
“If you really want to help your son, understand the gravity of the situation. This is an extraordinary case! He will die! Then don’t bring him to me dying in your arms!”
“Give me the best medicines of the Upper!”
“Why do you interfere if you don’t understand anything in medicine?”
“Are you implying that I am an ignorant black and don’t understand anything?”
“Well, what is the best medicine to give you? If you don't know yourself? The best from what? From hepatitis? If you don't know what form he has? Give you the best sedatives? Or from indigestion?”
Kors froze for a second, trying to grasp the meaning, because the doctor spoke quickly in red, and Kors didn’t know languages perfectly and didn’t know the red language to such an extent that he could easily navigate in medical terms. He saw that Cartmer had fallen silent and was looking at him with a condescending grin.
“Are you kidding?” Said Kors, and in his voice skipped the steel notes that Nik knew very well, he tensed. But not the doctor, because he was not used to being afraid, and he didn’t catch the initial stage of aggression, since he had not encountered anything like this in his life.
“Although, against indigestion there are also different “best medicines”, depending on what you have, diarrhea or constipation…”
And Kors hit him.
“Vitor!” Nik shouted.
Kors turned to him.
“Get out!” He pushed Nik to the exit from the cabinet. “You really better wait outside the door now!”
And Kors pushed Nik out.
And then he turned to stunned Cartmer and reached out to his belt, on which an iron bar hung.
From the doctor's cabinet there was a deafening rumble and the sound of breaking glass, Nik closed his eyes as if he were in pain, and covered his ears with his palms.
Very pleased Kors, slightly flushed and with a blush on his cheeks, left Cartmer’s office and shoved several flat cardboard boxes to Nik, who was waiting for him: