Kylie, Louise, Simone
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Chapter 1
Stomach, Doctor, Paolo
Simone and Kylie rushed to the emerging doctor from the operating room.
– Doctor, doctor! Tell us! The operation was successful?
The doctor smiled contentedly:
– I can say that yes. For some time she will feel unwell, she will be tormented by weakness, dizziness, and slight nausea is possible. But in general, everything will be fine with her. You are great for being here all this time. He patted Simon on the shoulder and nodded to Kylie. – Soon she will come to her senses, and she can be seen. You are great!
Simone and Kylie breathed a sigh of relief.
After the doctor allowed to visit the patient who had just been operated on, Simone and Kylie immediately went to her room.
– Hello Friend. Simone sat down on the edge of the hospital chair next to Louise's bed.
“We were all very worried about you,” she smiled and nodded towards Kylie.
Louise tried to say something, but began to cough violently. The girlfriends waited patiently. Making an effort on herself, she said:
– But where is it, Simone. Only you need me. You and Kylie. Who's everyone? – she ironically, through the pain and discomfort in the ribs, smiled. The operation was performed on the stomach, there was a cyst in the stomach. They did not find her right away, Louise had to endure discomfort for more than one day, which, as she believed, was caused by stale food.
Simone shook her head.
“You're wrong, little sparrow. Everyone, Jess and Martin and Lisa and Dan. In addition, many asked about you in our culinary studio. Everyone worries about you, dear … – Simone said this and began stroking Louise through her slightly damp hair, which had gathered in one sticky bun on her forehead.
Louise laughed hoarsely. She had no idea why these almost strangers are interested in her health. She always knew that she had no one but her two close friends.
; Louise adoringly looked at her closest, most beloved girls.
– Come here, I will hug you !! She called them. Kylie and Simone immediately bent over her, Louise hugged Simone tightly and grabbed Kylie with one hand.
– Sim, you know, there are two of you in my Universe. I am pleased that all these people were so worried about me, but they do not know me. These are your friends …
Still burying her face in the shoulder of her sick friend, Simone gently objected:
– I wanted to introduce you for a long time. You need friends, Lou! Kylie and I may not always be around. You need a friend and you need an admirer – Simone freed herself from her embrace, began to laugh, gently jabbing her index finger into Louise's hand.
– Yes, I know you are both married and you are tired of justifying my bachelorhood. Louise surrendered.
– do not be silly! You just have to wake up not alone sometimes! – giggled Simone and pinched her friend.
– It will be for you, – intervened before this silent Kylie – Do not press. Everything has its time. You got married at 31. You didn’t like it when everyone talked about marriage until that time, didn’t you?
Simone caught herself.
– you're right, Kylie. I'm just so happy, so happy! And like a hen hen I want to arrange life for everyone. Rest, love. – Simone kissed Louise on the forehead, Kylie followed her example and they both left the room. The evening was going.
On this day, the sky, as if saturated with weightless stardust, was covered with a light haze, like a veil. The girls, holding hands, left the hospital and headed down the alley.
– What a wonderful day, Kylie!
How glad I am that everything worked out! – Simone let go of her friend's hand and took her elbow. – And all the same! We must introduce her to someone! She is already 34. She can be happy too! How much you can vegetate alone!
– well, it will be for you, Sim
Find it, don't worry. She has always been the most beautiful of us. Where have you seen that beauties themselves stay?
– well! Here I am talking, Kylie, here I am talking.
Simone patted her friend on the elbow, and they farther and farther away from the hospital.
Chapter 2
"Why is it so sad?" Louise put down her book and watched the news on the hospital TV, which hung across from her bed.
It was hard to concentrate, but she was finally able to concentrate and made out what was happening on the screen.
Some couple, apparently famous people, got married in some old cathedral in the south of Italy.
Louise sighed.
– People live!
When she told her girlfriends that she did not want to get married, she was a little cunning. In fact, she wanted to meet her soul mate and give birth to children to him so much that her gums hurt. But she also perfectly understood that in the modern world, meeting someone who really suits you is a great success. Before her eyes were examples of best friends – both had been happily married for several years. Both were already mothers. When they took turns pregnant, Louise spent a lot of time with them, stroking their tummies and saying: Aunt Louise would be the best godmother. The fact is that both friends volunteered to take her as godmother to their children. Kylie's little son was still quite a baby, he was baptized last year, a year after his birth. And Simona's daughter was already an adult four-year-old young lady, very smart and serious.
Louise adored her godchildren. “No matter what they say to me, godchildren can partially replace their children! Of course, I would like to have my own people, but … ”– Louise reflected and was upset again that she was so unlucky.
Just when she reached the peak of self-flagellation, and already with a fervent heart began to feel sorry for herself, the doctor entered the room.
– Louise! Do not sleep? – The doctor looked in, not yet crossed the threshold of the ward.
I just … May I? – he timidly entered the room and immediately went to the windows to open the curtains.
– you need sunshine! – the doctor carefully put on the bookshelf the book that Simone was reading and spoke more boldly:
– I wanted to tell you … that you … you are such a good fellow! And your girlfriends too! They were on duty here all week before the operation. But you! You just! You are a fighter!
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