looks followed this scene and when Piccolo noticed this he turned angrily to the two of them. "You should help here, don't stare!" he snarled loudly, followed by a deep growl. The doctor immediately went back to work. "Press!" he called to me and pulled on a pair of these disposable gloves. Suddenly the pain ran through me, as if a knife was going through my abdomen. A choked scream came from my throat and I broke out in a sweat. Piccolo squeezed my hand and stood by my bed in despair. Again and again the knife chased through me and like a huge wave the agony collapsed over me. My whole body was shaking and twitching uncontrollably. Piccolo pressed me gently on the bed and held me so I couldn't straighten up. Tears ran down my cheeks and I looked at him desperately."Do not leave me alone!" I only brought out in a whisper and when this unbearable pain took hold of me again, I could no longer suppress it! I screamed out loud ... and sank into nothing, but was immediately torn up by new pain. Piccolo gently stroked my face again and again and I could see the fear for me in his eyes. New torments pierced me at breakneck speed and a new scream came out of my mouth. My eyes blurred. But suddenly my pain came to an end and I felt very good. The pain had stopped and I couldn't think of anything. As if bedded on clouds, I floated, felt nothing and saw nothing.




"Doctor, finally do something! She is dying!" I heard the nurse call. An angry voice, which I recognized immediately, shouted: "What do you mean, she's dying?" "... Why dying? I'm fine!" I thought and let myself float happily on the soft clouds.The excited voices got further and further away from me and I felt really light, as if I was floating through an endless void. As if from a long way off, the nurse's voice reached my ear: "If we don't regain consciousness right away, it's too late !!!"