Message de babyjuly posté le 2004-10-24 12:09:09 (S | E | F | I)
Susan regained her consciousness in fluctuating stages. Finally she realized that she was looking at a ceiling, the ceiling of a corridor that was moving. No, she was moving. Susan tried to move her head but it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. She tried to move her hands. They too were unbelievably heavy, and it took all her concentration just to lift her hands up from her elbows. Susan was lying on her back, moving down a corridor.
Sounds started to appear. Voices …. But they were unintelligible. She felt someone grip her hands and push them down to her side. But she wanted to get up. She wanted to know where she was. She wanted to know what happened to her. Was she asleep? No, she’d been drugged. Suddenly Susan knew that. She fought with the effects of the drug, to try to lift herself from its grasp. Her mind began to clear. She could understand the voices.
“she’s an emergency appendectomy. Apparently a hot one, too.
And she’s a medical student. You’d think she would have had enough sense to be seen sooner”
Another voice, deeper than the first. “I understand she had called in sick this morning to the dean’s office, so obviously she knew something was wrong. Maybe she was worried about being pregnant”. “maybe you’re right. But she tested negative”.
Susan’s mouth tried to form words but no sounds issued from her larynx. She found that her head could move from side to side. The drug was beginning to wear off. Then the movement stopped. Susan recognized the area. She was in the scrub room. By turning her head to the right she could see the scrub sink. A surgeon was scrubbing.
“you want one or two assistants, sir?” said one of the voices behind Susan.
The man at the scrub sink turned. He was wearing a hood and a mask. But Susan recognized him. It was Stark.
“one’s enough for a simple apply. I’ll have it out in twenty minutes”.
“no, no”, cried Susan, voicelessly. Only a bit of air hissed between her lips.
Then she began to move toward the operating room. She could see the door open. She saw the number over it.
Room number 8.


voila le début du texte il faut inventer la suite du texte. bien sur je ne vous demande pas d'écrire la suite en anglais de 100 mots je sais que ceci prend du temps mais au moins en francais et par la suite si j'ai besoin d'aide pour la traduction pour que vous m'aidiez. je ne comprends pas trop le début du texte c'est pour ça que je vous demande de l'aide. je ne suis pas très bonne en anglais faut préciser.

je vous remercie d'avance



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Edité par yannloic le 26-10-2004 13:55

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Modifié par babyjuly le 26-10-2004 18:43