Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 13
Everyoneexceptthestudentwiththenitrogenleft,andtherewasthesensethathewould’velefttoo, hewassodisappointedhenevermetmyeyesashetooktheheadofmydickandstretchedittowardhimself. Thecanisterjettedatinysprayonwhatwasleftofthewart. Thefeeling,youcouldcloseyoureyesandimagineyourdickisahundredmileslong, anditwouldstillhurt.
MarlalooksdownatmyhandandthescarfromTyler’skiss.
Isaidtothemedicalstudent,youmustnotseealotofbirthmarksaroundhere.
It’snotthat.Thestudentsaideveryonethoughtthebirthmarkwascancer. Therewasthisnewkindofcancerthatwasgettingyoungmen. Theywakeupwitharedspotontheirfeetorankles. Thespotsdon’tgoaway,theyspreaduntiltheycoveryouandthenyoudie.
Thestudentsaid,thedoctorsandeveryoneweresoexcitedbecausetheythoughtyouhadthisnewcancer. Veryfewpeoplehadit,yet,butitwasspreading.
Thiswasyearsandyearsago.
Cancerwillbelikethat,ItellMarla. Therewillbemistakes, andmaybethepointisnottoforgettherestofyourselfifonelittlepartmightgobad.
Marlasays, "Might."
Thestudentwiththenitrogenfinishedupandtoldmethewartwoulddropoffafterafewdays. OnthestickypapernexttomybareasswasaPolaroidpictureofmyfootthatnoonewanted. Isaid,canIhavethepicture?
