What a nasty whining sound, what is it? I slowly open my eyes and try to look around. Everything spreads around and I can hardly focus on my surroundings. Ah, hell, what a weakness, such a feeling, as if I hadn't eaten for several days, but it doesn't look like I died. Rather, I felt exhausted, tired, but alive! Gradually, as my visual acuity returned to me, I was able to look around. The spacious quadruple room was flooded with sunlight penetrating through the unclosed two wide windows. The decoration of the hospital room, although it was simple, but quite comfortable. Four beds with electronic tilt adjustment, also adapted for the disabled. A similar number of cabinets and two large tables, standing on both sides of the chamber and intended for "duet use." Raising my head, I saw that the sensors leading to the equipment located on the side were stuck on my bare torso. So the secret of a strange squeak was unraveled, on a black screen in a green grid, the green peaks of the mountains galloped merrily, showing the frequency of my heartbeat.

I growled and leaned back on the pillow. So what happened to me? I tried to recall to the smallest details of the event before losing consciousness. But he could not figure out what had happened.

- woke up, finally? - Asked the grandfather lying in bed opposite me.

The dry old man, the only neighbor in my ward, was lying in a pair of workouts and a gray t-shirt, reading a newspaper. Seeing my awakening, he put the press down and hurried to start a dialogue.

- I was in a coma? - the grandfather who did not have time to open his mouth carefully looked at me.

- Not really, the doctors say, in a state of lethargy, sleep, but they themselves really can not understand what happened to you.

- Is that so? - I thoughtfully stretched. Maybe this old man will somehow clarify the situation, I thought to myself.

- You were kept in intensive care for several days, and then transferred here when they realized that the situation had improved.

“I see ...” I replied disappointedly. Unfortunately, this old hrych really knows nothing.

The doctor and the medical staff did not clarify it, they themselves asked a lot of questions, but they didn’t really explain anything ... There was something vague about the strong stress, defensive reaction of the body ... One thing was clear, they don’t understand a damn thing.

About an hour later, my parents arrived, who were just happy to hear about my awakening. They stayed for about two hours and in the end, having completely exhausted me by meaningless conversations, they left. The only benefit from them was that they at least a little clarified the situation. Kristina was able to call for help and called for a skull.

I closed my eyes on the pillow, I felt well-behaved, the equipment standing next to me was removed and it became much more free. But damn it, what was that? I looked at the time. Christina was coming soon, maybe she remembers something ...

While I was pondering over my position, a pretty girl in a white coat came into the room and busily sifted to her grandfather. She is a doctor? She is her mother's doctor !!? But why I have a bald fat horseradish, and he has such a cutie !? The girl was not tall, with strikingly pretty features. A beautiful round face with plump cheeks and neat dimples, magical eyes and so inviting lips, spreading into a kind smile that I immediately caught my heart. Long hair was gathered in a neat ponytail. And what edges, two thin black lines with playful triangles emphasized the girl's bottomless eyes! She gave me an easy look and began to ask my grandfather about how I was feeling.Mother Teresa, Mother Teresa or her embodiment! She radiated a warm aura and gave people joy with her smile, healing the hearts of the sick. The girl has already left, and I still inhaled the scent of her perfume. Why is she his doctor, not mine? It's not fair!

- Well, how do you like Nadezhda Nikolaevna, pretty, huh? - Slyly asked the old man.

- Mouth shut the fuck old! - I grunted.

My grandfather looked surprised, mumbled something about the youth and silenced offendedly. So Hope, here to see her again! Pancake. What is this weakness, what is happening? I realized that I saw a room from somewhere above, below my body on the bed, here lies the old man. Have I really died? Why would it ... There is no feeling, that is, I do not hear, do not feel the pressure of the blanket or the aroma of the perfume of that girl! I, in general, do not see that black-and-white picture of the hospital ward in front of me, it seems to pop up in my head, but not from my eyes, but from outside. On the other hand, I can still think. So I'm still alive? Stop what's changed in the room now? Yes, actually nothing, except that everything is black and white and neither my body nor that grandfather does not move. As if time has stopped. That is bad luck, and then what? I was not able to control my body, but I still have the ability to think. So, I can still somehow control what is happening. But how? I could not do anything, nothing. How do I get back. And at that very moment, I found myself back in my body. The grandfather still grunted and returned to his newspaper. Everything went on as usual, the world was filled with sounds, smells, I was finally able to move. So, so, so, we must think logically! It turns out I was able to stop the time, but at the same time I could not control anything ... But how did I get into this state and will I be able to repeat it again? I remembered what I was thinking at that time, I just wanted to see Hope again, to bring everything back. And I again returned to this incomprehensible state. The old man's hands froze, squeezing the newspaper and I or, damn it, my soul, soared above the room. Seeing nothing, I saw everything! This whole room! So what's next, what else can I do in such a state? I just tried to imagine what it was before and the world, like a silent video image, began to rewind. The old man put down the newspaper, said something to me, walked in the door, well, that is, Hope came out ... I was a spectator, and the film was real life. Stop! I stopped and started the time, it turned out to be not difficult. You just have to imagine how you return to your body. With a satisfied smirk, I watched my goddess enter, check in the old man and leave the room.

- Well, how do you like Nadezhda Nikolaevna, pretty, huh? - I asked.

Grandfather did not find anything to say, he looked at me in surprise:

“Yes,” he said dryly, “you're right!”

I now have no sense in suffering nonsense, I need to understand how my ability works. I was excited at the thought of what discoveries might expect me. So, it is necessary to conduct experiments. Somewhere I had a knife here that my parents brought. I put it in my pocket and ran to the toilet. While I was getting to him, I stopped time a few times for a moment, checking the result. As in the ward, the result was the same. Going to the toilet, I closed in the stall

- Well, let's see! - I said to myself.

A cold blade touched my finger, scarlet droplets of blood slid over my skin. I rewind time and carefully examined the hand. Everything is logical, as I assumed no cut on her. Well, then let's see how far I can wind back time, is there a limit? Everything spun in rewind, flashed the nurse's visit, the arrival of the parents, and then I felt the pain, the view of the chamber faded and became almost blurred, dark red flashes spun around. Immediately returning to the body, I squeezed the sheet with force. I returned almost to the time of my awakening, then I just could not wind off time. But why did I feel so bad? My heart pounded and my whole body was filled with weakness. I sat back on the bed and decided to think it over.Either the time limit is not very large, or I just can’t wind off until I was unconscious in a state of lethargy ... Or the third option, I can’t wind off beyond the time of awakening where my body sleeps. Hm, maybe then ...