Veronika Decides to Die (On the Seventh Day 2)

She managed to push the nurse away, while the other inmates continued to shout and kick up what seemed to her a terrifying din. Should she go and find Dr. Igor and leave there at once?

"Veronika!"

He had said her name again. Making a superhuman effort, Eduard managed to break free from the two male nurses. Instead of running away, though, he stood there, motionless, just as he had the previous night. As if transfixed by a conjuring trick, everyone stopped, waiting for the next move.

One of the nurses came over again, but Eduard looked at him, summoning all his strength.

"I'll go with you. I know where you're taking me, and I know too that you want everyone else to know. Just wait a minute."

The nurse decided it was worth taking the risk; everything after all, seemed to have returned to normal.

"I think...I think you're important to me," said Eduard to Veronika.

"You can't speak. You don't live in this world, you don't know that my name's Veronika. You weren't with me last night; please, say you weren't there."

"I was."

She took his hand. The lunatics were shouting, applauding, making obscene remarks.

"Where are they taking you?"

"For some treatment."

"I'll come with you."

"It's not worth it. You'd just be frightened, even if I swear to you that it doesn't hurt, that you don't feel anything. And it's much better than sedatives because you recover your lucidity much more quickly."

Veronika didn't know what he was talking about. She regretted having taken his hand, she wanted to get away from there as soon as possible, to hide her shame, never again to see that man who had witnessed all that was most sordid in her, and who nevertheless continued to treat her with such tenderness.

But again she remembered Mari's words: She didn't need to explain her life to anyone, not even to the young man standing before her.

"I'll come with you."

The nurses thought it might be better like that. The schizophrenic no longer needed to be restrained; he was going of his own free will.

When they reached the ward, Eduard lay down on the bed. There were two other men waiting, with a strange machine and a bag containing strips of cloth.

Eduard turned to Veronika and asked her to sit down on the bed.

"In a few minutes the story will be all round Villete, and people will calm down again, because even the craziest of the insane feel fear. Only someone who has experienced this knows that it isn't as terrible as it seems."

The nurses listened to the conversation and didn't believe a word of what the schizophrenic was saying. It must hurt terribly, but then, who knows what goes on inside the head of a lunatic? The only sensible thing the young man had said was about fear: The story would soon be all round Villete and calm would swiftly be restored.

"You lay down too soon," said one of them.

Eduard got up again, and they spread a kind of rubber sheet beneath him.

"Now you can lie down."

He obeyed. He was perfectly calm, as if everything that was happening was absolutely routine.

The nurses tied some of the strips of cloth around Eduard's body and placed a piece of rubber in his mouth.

"It's so that he doesn't accidentally bite his tongue," said one of the men to Veronika, pleased to be able to give some technical information as well as a warning.

They placed the strange machine--not much larger than a shoe box, with a few buttons and three dials on it--on a chair by the bed. Two wires came out of the top part and were connected to what looked like earphones.

One of the nurses placed these "earphones" on Eduard's temples. The other seemed to be regulating the machine, twiddling some knobs, now to the right, now to the left. Although he couldn't speak because of the piece of rubber in his mouth, Eduard kept his eyes fixed on hers and seemed to be saying: "Don't worry, don't be afraid."