"Steven Popkes - [SS] Bread and Circus" - читать интересную книгу автора (Popkes Steven)

Mike grabbed the end of his spurting arm, clamped down on it—he
couldn’t hear anything but rumbles and cries. A tourniquet. I need a
tourniquet. He looked around. The blood seemed to spurt out in a slow
rhythm. He clamped his good hand over the end and squeezed as hard as
he could. White fire burned out his vision again and he thought he was
going to faint.

Then, Doc Wilson was there.

****

Al: Have you ever seen anything like it?

John: Never. I don’t even know if there’s anything in the rules to
cover this. Coach Paderewski is being carried off the field. Tom is pacing
next to the Braves’ goal. Is he saying anything?

Al: I can’t make it out. Looks like Assistant Coach Barney Perini is
being asked to forfeit.
 John: Will they forfeit?

Al: I think they’ll have to. Look what’s happened.

John: So, it’s another trip for the Legs to the series.

****

Things swam into focus in the ambulance. He looked at his arm. It
was a stump below the elbow. There was a cap of patchaderm at the end.

“Did you get it?” He looked over at Doc Wilson.

“Huh?”

Mike reached over with his good hand and released the straps. He sat
up and swung his feet over the edge of the stretcher. “Did you get my
arm?”

“Sure. It’s on ice.”

“Good. Keep it there.” The EMT’s tried to push him back into the
ambulance. “Get out of my way.” He pushed past them and staggered back
into the stadium. Under the bleachers, through that tunnel that always
reminded him of a cave, then out onto the field.

“Barney!” he yelled. Where was that son-of-a-bitch? “Barney!”

“Here.” Barney was running, followed by three referees.