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It turned out that it was not far. I didn’t see a face, only raised arms, a tense body frozen in some kind of transcendental effort. I didn’t understand what he was doing, but in the middle of the hall, right above the cursed circle, a giant vortex funnel was curling, all of it, from the wide mouth to the thin part resting on the ritual stone, consisting of his magic. Before our eyes, this wild whirlwind was spinning faster and faster, drawing in the screeching howling little things, growing, swelling, filling with power, from which the air thickened and crackled. But several ghosts, who had apparently managed to feed themselves, resisted. It even seemed to me that they were drawing power from the funnel—for themselves. Oscar, looking lewdly at the redhead. William regaining his colors. A lady in a wedding dress, clutching a skull in her hands, like Hamlet on stage. An old woman with a hole instead of a mouth, with a stick – I clearly saw how magic pours into this stick from the whirlwind, the magic of Dougal, and the old woman laughs, opening her toothless mouth, and the gray tow of her hair turns red and curls into curls.

“Defense is the business of the leader,” the voice of the Phantom Bear sounded in his thoughts. Really, where is Maskelyne?! After all, Dougal will earn himself exhaustion! He said… explained that it is dangerous to cast spells at the limit of one’s strength, but this is clearly the limit. "White Room" Hospital? "No-death and no-life." It happens? Yes, sure. Until they disconnect from our devices. And, probably, from magical recharge – here. Two days.

"Fork. Choose the right path. Take the person you are connected to.”

– Dougal!!!

He didn't hear. Or I heard it, but didn’t allow myself to be distracted.

Portal. You can move several, he said.

Protection. Dome. Suicide.

Thoughts were racing, among them there was definitely something important, correct, and saving. But I couldn't catch her!

Yes, it's a portal. To the hospital!!!

“The only portal accessible to everyone, for which any protection is open,” Sabella explained.

We need to get to Dougal without losing the red-haired man – we shouldn’t leave him to the ghost-pervert?! I grabbed the saffron milk saffron tightly by the hand, by the wrist – it’s safer this way. She got to her feet. It was hard to stand; there was not only a magical whirlwind raging here, not only the one with which Dougal swept away otherworldly creatures. The ghosts laughed and stretched out their hands. The old woman grabbed me by the hair, Oscar flew up to the red-haired man and pulled me towards him. How can they even do this?! They… are already material?!

One step, another. The old woman pulled my hair as if she wanted to remove my scalp. The sharp pain made it dark before my eyes. Or not just from pain? My head was spinning, my legs were buckling. “Medical portals are activated by touch with a clearly expressed desire or order “to the hospital,” also supported by desire, conscious intention. Otherwise there would be too many accidental transfers.”

Reach Dougal. You don’t even have to grab it, the main thing is to touch it. And exactly at the moment of contact – be transported. Three of us. This is important and must also be kept in mind.

– In hospital!

A jerk, darkness, a few moments of disorientation and excruciating nausea – I managed to panic, imagining that I had made a mistake in something, and we would be smeared right now into the protective dome – no curse would be needed. But then the light hit our eyes, and the three of us fell in a disordered heap onto the tiled floor.

For some reason I ended up lying on Dougal, and I was probably crushed on top by the poor red-haired fellow. At least I didn’t drag anyone else with me, and it’s unlikely that the doctor receiving the victims fell on us in joy.

What kind of nonsense is going through your head?!

–What the… hell… are you doing? – Dougal squeezed out and stared at me, perhaps with anger? Or not?

But I didn’t have time to answer. Probably, our appearance in the form of a chaotic heap on the floor became for the staff something like an alarm signal and a general gathering – I could not describe in words the chaos and bustle that arose around. Any familiar clichés that are guaranteed to touch the soul of “our audience” paled and faded before this. We were taken to… examination rooms? adopted? I don’t know what it’s called here, and I don’t know what they did with Dougal and the redhead, but they immediately undressed me, examined me, felt me, treated my bruises, diagnosed me with a mild concussion and immediately cured him too. True, he advised me not to strain myself for a few days. After which they allowed me to get dressed – and someone managed to clean my clothes and even, it seems, disinfected them; they gave me some kind of potion – or potion? And finally they asked what happened. Why not right away, I would like to know?!