CHAPTER III
Go Away. I'm all right. - Last words of H. G. Wells
"Eddie?"
The voice floated to him as if from a dream.
"Eddie, honey. Wake up." The voice of the angel drifted into his ear again, a smooth, soft hand caressing the side of his cheek and arousing him from the inky darkness.
He moaned and jerked, trying to cling onto the last thread of comforting blackness that slipped away and he was suddenly plummeted into a world full of pain.
"Come on baby, open your eyes…" The angel spoke again.
He twitched spasmodically and began to do what the angel instructed, his eyelids heavy and his vision doubled as he finally got them open.
"That's it…" The angel coaxed.
Suddenly, the light of the outside room flared in his head and he whimpered and recoiled back into the darkness of his head, closing his eyes again.
"Eddie…" But he cut off the angel.
"Oh god…" His voice was low and grating. "Did she kill me?"
"Baby," The angel slipped their dainty hand into his, squeezing it gently, ignoring him. "You need to open your eyes for me."
He was about to open his mouth in question when suddenly he was violated. An uninvited someone suddenly interceding without compliance.
"Mr. Alden?" The voice was rough and uncaring. "Are you conscious sir?" Someone was wrenching open his right eye and shining a blinding pen light into his eye.
Eddie grunted and recoiled deeper into the darkness, pulling away from the blinding touch.
"Sir?" It asked again.
"Yes. I'm conscious. Leave me alone." Eddie demanded, still holding onto the hand of his angel.
He heard the angel speak to the rough voice and tell them that they had better go.
He smiled. Though he hadn't expected heaven to be so mean.
Then the hand was back stroking his face.
"Please baby, open your eyes and show me you're okay." The angel seemed worried.
Eddie sighed and slowly began opening his eyes again, not wanting the angel to be worried anymore. He held back the pressing pain of a monstrous headache as his vision slowly slurred back together, two images becoming one, and he looked up into the smiling face of his angel, his wife, Jane Alden.
He was suddenly filled with relief as he began to sit up and wrap his arms around her shoulders in comfort, but was suddenly pulled back by an immense pain in his head.
He moaned and twisted in the bed sheets, the pain in his head overtaking him with such a force he could barely move.
"Eddie, calm down." Jane said, still stroking his face with her fingers.
"Do you remember what happened?"
He couldn't bear to shake his head.
She took the silence as a 'no'.
"You tripped and hit your head against the bathtub, you've been unconscious for almost four hours."
"Where? Where am I?" He asked in a soft whisper.
"You're home baby," Jane squeezed his hand again. "Everything's gonna be okay."
"My head." He groaned, raising a hand to his head and feeling the IV taped in the crook of his elbow shift at the motion.
"You hit it pretty hard," Jane pulled his hand away before he had a chance to touch it. "The medication should be setting in soon." There was a fresh bandage around his head and she didn't want him to mess with it.
Eddie slowly opened his eyes again, letting Jane's concerned face float into his head and eventually correct itself. Then he remembered.
"Where is she?" Eddie said, his voice ricocheting through his head like thunder in a metal room. He tried to sit up again, despite the pain, and nausea, and Jane's pushing hand on his shoulder.
"Just lie back. Relax for a while," Jane cooed, smiling when he surrendered to a slanted position against the pillows in the bed. She waited until he was somewhat comfortable.
"Who?"
"Her. Anne-belly or whatever. The crazy bitch that did this to me." His mind was in a haze and he knew he had gotten the name wrong.
"Annabella?" Jane corrected, still holding both his hands.
Eddie nodded lightly, bringing forth more pain.
Jane suddenly got red in the cheeks as her face was overcome with embarrassment.
Eddie's face dropped in despair.
"What?" He asked slowly, fearing the answer.
"Well, uh…" Jane started, but suddenly there came the sound.
"He awake now?" Speak of the devil. The incarnate of a sprinkled donut stood in all her flabby glory in the doorway of his room.
Eddie's breathing became dangerously short.
Jane's fingers loosened as she began to slip away, in a strange way, protecting herself. "Well, baby…" She said, smiling meekly. "When I came home and had to pry off the door to the bathroom to find you unconscious on the floor and had to call the paramedics…"
She smiled again as if it would save her.
"Um…" Jane cleared her throat, the tension in the room becoming almost a tangible choking hazard. "Annabella offered to take care of you for the rest of the afternoon free of charge while I still have some meetings and stuff to go to…"
She trailed off, now with her back against the wall; a safe distance from her bed-ridden, wounded, awe struck husband who could just about pass for a ghost right now, due to the fact that he was so pale.
Eddie's wide eyes slowly met the face of his living nightmare.
Annabella's right eye was covered in taped gauze and her nose was bruised to a point where she looked like a person that would make a drunken pirate pee his pants at the sight of. She was smiling a huge, yellow smile that sent a shiver rolling down Eddie's spine.
Eddie had his mouth agape as his eyes slowly rolled back to the face of his wife, who was smiling too broadly for the situation. She seemed really, really nervous by the fact that her eyes were switching back and forth so quickly that they moved in a blink.
Jane could feel the beads of sweat rolling down her forehead as she quickly thought of something to do. Impulsively she looked down at her wristwatch, over-acting things.
"Oh. WOW! Just LOOK at the time!" She said like an actor so wooden that you would want to spray Liquid Pledge on her. "I need to go."
She headed towards the door, Annabella sliding out of the way without a second thought and smiling thoughtfully as Jane rushed by. It was obvious Annabella liked women more then men. In fact, she probably ATE men for dinner.
"I'll be home in a little while," Jane called from the hallway. "I love you."
But Eddie didn't answer.
He was too preoccupied with his 6'5" sumo-slayer that was using herself as a blockade to the doorway should he decide to escape. She had a look on her face that dared him to move a finger, and told him that if he did, he'd lose it.
It's when he heard the door shut behind Jane that he knew his fate was sealed.
"So…" Annabella drug out her word, her tongue thick, her pudgy legs carrying her into the room as she squeezed through the doorframe. "You know now what happen when you disobey doctor orders."
She shut the door behind her, turning the lock in her bulgy fingers without even having to look back. She kept herself always in front of the door as she lumbered forwards toward the bed, coming closer, and closer, and closer.
Eddie scooted back in the bed, ignoring the pain in his head, the IV hooked up to him, and the fact that his legs refused to move at the moment. But she kept coming.
"You still very sick Alden."
Like she needed to tell him. He was about to lose his nonexistent lunch again by her stench wafting into his nose.
His wheelchair was in the far corner, behind Annabella. He had no salvation.
One misplaced distraction and she swooped in for the kill.
Quick as a fat bolt of lightening, she grabbed Eddie's IV-free arm and twisted it behind him, making his body spasmodically contort around so that he was on his side. And in his few last seconds he watched with utter shock.
And that's when she did it.
The most horrifying thing that has ever happened on the face of the earth.
She pulled out…
THE WHITE PILL!!!!
"No!" Eddie screamed.
"No! No! No! No! No…"
"…"
THE END
Go Away. I'm all right. - Last words of H. G. Wells
"Eddie?"
The voice floated to him as if from a dream.
"Eddie, honey. Wake up." The voice of the angel drifted into his ear again, a smooth, soft hand caressing the side of his cheek and arousing him from the inky darkness.
He moaned and jerked, trying to cling onto the last thread of comforting blackness that slipped away and he was suddenly plummeted into a world full of pain.
"Come on baby, open your eyes…" The angel spoke again.
He twitched spasmodically and began to do what the angel instructed, his eyelids heavy and his vision doubled as he finally got them open.
"That's it…" The angel coaxed.
Suddenly, the light of the outside room flared in his head and he whimpered and recoiled back into the darkness of his head, closing his eyes again.
"Eddie…" But he cut off the angel.
"Oh god…" His voice was low and grating. "Did she kill me?"
"Baby," The angel slipped their dainty hand into his, squeezing it gently, ignoring him. "You need to open your eyes for me."
He was about to open his mouth in question when suddenly he was violated. An uninvited someone suddenly interceding without compliance.
"Mr. Alden?" The voice was rough and uncaring. "Are you conscious sir?" Someone was wrenching open his right eye and shining a blinding pen light into his eye.
Eddie grunted and recoiled deeper into the darkness, pulling away from the blinding touch.
"Sir?" It asked again.
"Yes. I'm conscious. Leave me alone." Eddie demanded, still holding onto the hand of his angel.
He heard the angel speak to the rough voice and tell them that they had better go.
He smiled. Though he hadn't expected heaven to be so mean.
Then the hand was back stroking his face.
"Please baby, open your eyes and show me you're okay." The angel seemed worried.
Eddie sighed and slowly began opening his eyes again, not wanting the angel to be worried anymore. He held back the pressing pain of a monstrous headache as his vision slowly slurred back together, two images becoming one, and he looked up into the smiling face of his angel, his wife, Jane Alden.
He was suddenly filled with relief as he began to sit up and wrap his arms around her shoulders in comfort, but was suddenly pulled back by an immense pain in his head.
He moaned and twisted in the bed sheets, the pain in his head overtaking him with such a force he could barely move.
"Eddie, calm down." Jane said, still stroking his face with her fingers.
"Do you remember what happened?"
He couldn't bear to shake his head.
She took the silence as a 'no'.
"You tripped and hit your head against the bathtub, you've been unconscious for almost four hours."
"Where? Where am I?" He asked in a soft whisper.
"You're home baby," Jane squeezed his hand again. "Everything's gonna be okay."
"My head." He groaned, raising a hand to his head and feeling the IV taped in the crook of his elbow shift at the motion.
"You hit it pretty hard," Jane pulled his hand away before he had a chance to touch it. "The medication should be setting in soon." There was a fresh bandage around his head and she didn't want him to mess with it.
Eddie slowly opened his eyes again, letting Jane's concerned face float into his head and eventually correct itself. Then he remembered.
"Where is she?" Eddie said, his voice ricocheting through his head like thunder in a metal room. He tried to sit up again, despite the pain, and nausea, and Jane's pushing hand on his shoulder.
"Just lie back. Relax for a while," Jane cooed, smiling when he surrendered to a slanted position against the pillows in the bed. She waited until he was somewhat comfortable.
"Who?"
"Her. Anne-belly or whatever. The crazy bitch that did this to me." His mind was in a haze and he knew he had gotten the name wrong.
"Annabella?" Jane corrected, still holding both his hands.
Eddie nodded lightly, bringing forth more pain.
Jane suddenly got red in the cheeks as her face was overcome with embarrassment.
Eddie's face dropped in despair.
"What?" He asked slowly, fearing the answer.
"Well, uh…" Jane started, but suddenly there came the sound.
"He awake now?" Speak of the devil. The incarnate of a sprinkled donut stood in all her flabby glory in the doorway of his room.
Eddie's breathing became dangerously short.
Jane's fingers loosened as she began to slip away, in a strange way, protecting herself. "Well, baby…" She said, smiling meekly. "When I came home and had to pry off the door to the bathroom to find you unconscious on the floor and had to call the paramedics…"
She smiled again as if it would save her.
"Um…" Jane cleared her throat, the tension in the room becoming almost a tangible choking hazard. "Annabella offered to take care of you for the rest of the afternoon free of charge while I still have some meetings and stuff to go to…"
She trailed off, now with her back against the wall; a safe distance from her bed-ridden, wounded, awe struck husband who could just about pass for a ghost right now, due to the fact that he was so pale.
Eddie's wide eyes slowly met the face of his living nightmare.
Annabella's right eye was covered in taped gauze and her nose was bruised to a point where she looked like a person that would make a drunken pirate pee his pants at the sight of. She was smiling a huge, yellow smile that sent a shiver rolling down Eddie's spine.
Eddie had his mouth agape as his eyes slowly rolled back to the face of his wife, who was smiling too broadly for the situation. She seemed really, really nervous by the fact that her eyes were switching back and forth so quickly that they moved in a blink.
Jane could feel the beads of sweat rolling down her forehead as she quickly thought of something to do. Impulsively she looked down at her wristwatch, over-acting things.
"Oh. WOW! Just LOOK at the time!" She said like an actor so wooden that you would want to spray Liquid Pledge on her. "I need to go."
She headed towards the door, Annabella sliding out of the way without a second thought and smiling thoughtfully as Jane rushed by. It was obvious Annabella liked women more then men. In fact, she probably ATE men for dinner.
"I'll be home in a little while," Jane called from the hallway. "I love you."
But Eddie didn't answer.
He was too preoccupied with his 6'5" sumo-slayer that was using herself as a blockade to the doorway should he decide to escape. She had a look on her face that dared him to move a finger, and told him that if he did, he'd lose it.
It's when he heard the door shut behind Jane that he knew his fate was sealed.
"So…" Annabella drug out her word, her tongue thick, her pudgy legs carrying her into the room as she squeezed through the doorframe. "You know now what happen when you disobey doctor orders."
She shut the door behind her, turning the lock in her bulgy fingers without even having to look back. She kept herself always in front of the door as she lumbered forwards toward the bed, coming closer, and closer, and closer.
Eddie scooted back in the bed, ignoring the pain in his head, the IV hooked up to him, and the fact that his legs refused to move at the moment. But she kept coming.
"You still very sick Alden."
Like she needed to tell him. He was about to lose his nonexistent lunch again by her stench wafting into his nose.
His wheelchair was in the far corner, behind Annabella. He had no salvation.
One misplaced distraction and she swooped in for the kill.
Quick as a fat bolt of lightening, she grabbed Eddie's IV-free arm and twisted it behind him, making his body spasmodically contort around so that he was on his side. And in his few last seconds he watched with utter shock.
And that's when she did it.
The most horrifying thing that has ever happened on the face of the earth.
She pulled out…
THE WHITE PILL!!!!
"No!" Eddie screamed.
"No! No! No! No! No…"
"…"
THE END