4 (french) Werber, Bernard

Marcellin was still sprawled on the dentist’s chair. Corn
which could well be his soul?
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For over an hour, I struggled to carry a cardiac massage.
As soon as the ping of the electrocardiogram had stopped,
it had been the general panic.
Amanda rubbed her arms and legs Marcellin, while Raoul
himself donned an oxygen mask. Total we had “one, two,
three,” and I pressed the cage chest, both hands on the
area of the heart. Then Raoul air breathed into the nostrils
to revive the pump respirator.
The application of electroshock had no other result that
make him at once open the eyes and mouth. Empty eyes
and a mouth silent.
By dint of our fencing on the lifeless body of Marcellin we
were swimming.
I repressed in my mind the question “What do I doing here?
“. But the more I watched it I had to call corpse interrogation
became more obsessive. “What am I doing here?”
Yes, what was I doing here?
I wanted to be somewhere else, doing something else.
Have never participated in this operation.