Зеленая миля

Chapter 8

           Helandedonhiskneesandhunghisheadover,coughinglikeamaninthelaststagesofTB.

           Ithought,Nowthebugs.He’sgoingtocoughthemout,andwhatalotthere’llbethistime.

           Buthedidn’t.Heonlywentoncoughingindeepretchingbarks,hardlyfindingtimebetweenfitstosnatchinthenextbreathofair.Hisdark,chocolateyskinwasgrayingout.Alarmed,Brutalwenttohim,droppedtoonekneebesidehim,andputanarmacrosshisbroad,spasmingback.AsifBrutal’smovinghadbrokenaspell,Mooreswenttohiswife’sbedandsatwhereCoffeyhadsat.Hehardlyseemedtoregisterthecoughing,chokinggiant’spresenceatall.AlthoughCoffeywaskneelingathisveryfeet,Mooreshadeyesonlyforhiswife,whowasgazingathimwithamazement.Lookingatherwaslikelookingatadirtymirrorwhichhasbeenwipedclean.

           "John!"Brutalshouted."Sickitup!Sickituplikeyoudonebefore!"

           Johnwentonbarkingthosechokedcoughs.Hiseyeswerewet,notwithtearsbutwithstrain.Spitflewfromhismouthinafinespray,butnothingelsecameout.

           Brutalwhammedhimonthebackacoupleoftimes,thenlookedaroundatme."He’schoking!Whateverhesuckedoutofher,he’schokingonit!"

           Istartedforward.BeforeIgottwosteps,Johnknee-walkedawayfrommeandintothecorneroftheroom,stillcoughingharshlyanddraggingforeachbreath.

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