So here we go, another couple of chapters done !
mandia1313 – thanks for staying with me that bravely !!!
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He made her wait for three days after that. It was not that he wasn´t around, as he had nothing else to do. But if she was so sure of being able to judge him – fine!
72 hours later, he lost patience.
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It was still morning when he reached the house – not his usual time to visit. Sethra had been in trouble the day before as her pick up had failed to start up several times. Instead of asking somebody in town to fix it, she had picked half the car to pieces. He would probably been able to fix things within half an hour. But the stubborn pig-head should try – he enjoyed watching her fail.
He had expected her to be back at work for hours, as she was nicely stubborn about things giving her trouble. But the garage was deserted, though the car´s hood was opened and a cup of coffee stood still on the table nearby; an old radio was turned on low level. He left the garage, heading for the veranda. Then he stopped in his tracks.
She lay sprawled in front of the door, without moving. He smelled that she was still alive, but checked her pulse anyway. Slow, but steady. "What have you done to yourself now ?" he muttered. There was some blood – a laceration where her head hit the ground. Her skin was cold, her face hot. She didn´t gain consciousness, only some kind of a shiver kept running repeatedly over her body. He picked her up.
He emptied her handbag on the kitchen table. Her purse, some coins, her mobile, some other stuff woman would never change to carry around. And there was another small case, containing a kind of injection set, obviously for emergency cases. The ingredient´s names meant nothing to him. There was only one phial, but no instructions about the dose rate. He went back upstairs, checking her arms. There were no visible punctures. Cursing, he started to rummage through her stuff, discovering a bigger injection set, holding several ampullae, three of them empty – and finally some information how to use this crap.
The stuff wouldn't bring her back to consciousness, but made her body rest.
It was late in the evening when she woke. She moaned unwillingly, her body feeling dumb and heavy. The slightest move took big effort. She lay in bed, still in her clothes. Somebody had pulled a cover over her. She reached for the lamp on the nightstand, squinting after turning the light on.
She remembered that she had felt the seizure coming. She had headed for the kitchen to get the sedative, but she couldn´t remember taking it. She considered that for a while, her mind working slowly. She felt no pain… The realization gave her a little buzz. She checked her arms. There was a small puncture at the crook of her left arm. The injection set was besides her on the nightstand. She leant back to the pillows. She was not willing to explore where he had learned to do intravenous injections.