Chapter Eight:
Clarice ran into the other room and called the police. An ambulance was there in under ten minutes, and she was on the road with Tami. She kept holding her hand, and Tami was looking at her, falling in and out of consciousness.
Clarice was waiting in the lobby, pacing back and forth for three hours. She couldn't sit down, couldn't see straight, and couldn't get the stinging tears out of her eyes. She cried and went outside for a breath of fresh air. She fell to her knees in the grass that was next to the hospital, and looked to the sky and cried out. Screaming and crying she called out, "Why did this happen...why?" she cried, putting her face to her chest, defeated, deflated.
"Why Clarice, I didn't know this would hurt you so badly my dear..." Hannibal Lecter whispered behind her. She looked behind her and saw him standing there, the moonlight reflecting off of his eyes.
Standing up she looked him in the eyes, "I didn't realize how much I cared about her until I found her on the floor...looking at me...with those eyes...Hannibal, I...I let her down...and the way she looked at me...Hannibal, it's like I killed her soul." She was crying harder now, trying to get the words out.
He looked at her, and offered her no comfort, and no sympathy.
"Clarice...I understand that this hurts you a great deal, I can see it on your face. But I want you to think about who it is you want to be with. Tamala or me."
She looked up at him, shock on her face, "Hannibal, I can not- will not- make that decision right now! Tami is lying on a hospital bed close to death!"
"I'll give you three days."
With that, he turned around and walked back into the shadows.
She looked to the sky once more, "Jesus...why is this happening...what did I get myself into..."
Looking down at her tear stained shirt, she walked back inside and sat down, and continued to wait...
For what, she wasn't sure.
Clarice ran into the other room and called the police. An ambulance was there in under ten minutes, and she was on the road with Tami. She kept holding her hand, and Tami was looking at her, falling in and out of consciousness.
Clarice was waiting in the lobby, pacing back and forth for three hours. She couldn't sit down, couldn't see straight, and couldn't get the stinging tears out of her eyes. She cried and went outside for a breath of fresh air. She fell to her knees in the grass that was next to the hospital, and looked to the sky and cried out. Screaming and crying she called out, "Why did this happen...why?" she cried, putting her face to her chest, defeated, deflated.
"Why Clarice, I didn't know this would hurt you so badly my dear..." Hannibal Lecter whispered behind her. She looked behind her and saw him standing there, the moonlight reflecting off of his eyes.
Standing up she looked him in the eyes, "I didn't realize how much I cared about her until I found her on the floor...looking at me...with those eyes...Hannibal, I...I let her down...and the way she looked at me...Hannibal, it's like I killed her soul." She was crying harder now, trying to get the words out.
He looked at her, and offered her no comfort, and no sympathy.
"Clarice...I understand that this hurts you a great deal, I can see it on your face. But I want you to think about who it is you want to be with. Tamala or me."
She looked up at him, shock on her face, "Hannibal, I can not- will not- make that decision right now! Tami is lying on a hospital bed close to death!"
"I'll give you three days."
With that, he turned around and walked back into the shadows.
She looked to the sky once more, "Jesus...why is this happening...what did I get myself into..."
Looking down at her tear stained shirt, she walked back inside and sat down, and continued to wait...
For what, she wasn't sure.