EIGHT
"Well, you look much better," said Dr. Martin, coming in the open door to Prues' room.
Prue was standing in front of the mirror freshening up her makeup.
"I feel better," said Prue. "One of the nurses brought me some makeup. I actually feel like a normal person again."
"That's good," said Martin. "A persons' attitude can actually help in their recovery. And you're making good progress."
"Have you thought about what we talked about?" asked Prue. "About letting me go back home to get some things?"
"I'm not totally comfortable with that just yet," said Martin. "You may feel better, but you're not out of the woods just yet. I'd prefer if you waited a few days."
"You saw the letter," said Prue. "I don't have a few days. If I don't do it now, I won't get a second chance."
Martin looked at her thoughtfully for a moment. As if he were considering it.
"Okay, but there are some conditions," he said finally. "Nurse Ogleby and I go with you. Just in case there are any problems."
"Agreed," said Prue.
"And I'm taking an orderly with us," said Martin. "He'll move any relatively large or heavy objects. I don't want you straining yourself unnecessarily."
"That sounds fair," said Prue.
"I mean it," said Martin. "You may think I'm being overprotective, but I don't want you lifting anything that weighs more than a pound. I don't care what it is. If I say the orderly moves it, I don't want any arguments. I don't care if it's something even as small as a book."
Prue looked at Martin. Odd that he should use a book as an example. The one item she was going back to the manor to get and he just happens to mention it. That couldn't be a coincidence.
Which meant that must be what he was after. That would explain why he hadn't just killed her. He couldn't remove the book himself. Only one of the Charmed Ones could do that. No doubt he planned to kill her once she had removed the book.
"So, that's what you're after," said Prue. "You want the book. What are you? A warlock? A demon?"
"I see your hallucinations haven't subsided completely," said Martin. "Your head injury must have been worse than I thought."
"Save it," said Prue. "I'm on to you. And if you think I'm going to take the Book of Shadows out of the manor for you, you really don't know me very well."
Prue raised her hand and the door to her room suddenly closed. She looked at Martin. He looked at her in surprise.
"What the?" he exclaimed.
"What's the matter?" asked Prue. "You must have known that was my power. Otherwise why would you give me drugs to suppress it?"
She reached into her pocket and pulled it out again. She opened her hand and let the pills fall to the floor.
"You were very thorough," she said. "Even had me almost believing Leo had been killed by a Dark Lighter. But the game is up. I know what you're after."
"Very well," said Martin as the door opened and two orderlies stepped inside. "I don't know how you figured it out but I guess the time for subtlety is over. You are going to get me the book. You're all alone here. Not even you can stand against all of us. Give me the book or I promise you that before I'm done, you will beg me to kill you."
"Well, you look much better," said Dr. Martin, coming in the open door to Prues' room.
Prue was standing in front of the mirror freshening up her makeup.
"I feel better," said Prue. "One of the nurses brought me some makeup. I actually feel like a normal person again."
"That's good," said Martin. "A persons' attitude can actually help in their recovery. And you're making good progress."
"Have you thought about what we talked about?" asked Prue. "About letting me go back home to get some things?"
"I'm not totally comfortable with that just yet," said Martin. "You may feel better, but you're not out of the woods just yet. I'd prefer if you waited a few days."
"You saw the letter," said Prue. "I don't have a few days. If I don't do it now, I won't get a second chance."
Martin looked at her thoughtfully for a moment. As if he were considering it.
"Okay, but there are some conditions," he said finally. "Nurse Ogleby and I go with you. Just in case there are any problems."
"Agreed," said Prue.
"And I'm taking an orderly with us," said Martin. "He'll move any relatively large or heavy objects. I don't want you straining yourself unnecessarily."
"That sounds fair," said Prue.
"I mean it," said Martin. "You may think I'm being overprotective, but I don't want you lifting anything that weighs more than a pound. I don't care what it is. If I say the orderly moves it, I don't want any arguments. I don't care if it's something even as small as a book."
Prue looked at Martin. Odd that he should use a book as an example. The one item she was going back to the manor to get and he just happens to mention it. That couldn't be a coincidence.
Which meant that must be what he was after. That would explain why he hadn't just killed her. He couldn't remove the book himself. Only one of the Charmed Ones could do that. No doubt he planned to kill her once she had removed the book.
"So, that's what you're after," said Prue. "You want the book. What are you? A warlock? A demon?"
"I see your hallucinations haven't subsided completely," said Martin. "Your head injury must have been worse than I thought."
"Save it," said Prue. "I'm on to you. And if you think I'm going to take the Book of Shadows out of the manor for you, you really don't know me very well."
Prue raised her hand and the door to her room suddenly closed. She looked at Martin. He looked at her in surprise.
"What the?" he exclaimed.
"What's the matter?" asked Prue. "You must have known that was my power. Otherwise why would you give me drugs to suppress it?"
She reached into her pocket and pulled it out again. She opened her hand and let the pills fall to the floor.
"You were very thorough," she said. "Even had me almost believing Leo had been killed by a Dark Lighter. But the game is up. I know what you're after."
"Very well," said Martin as the door opened and two orderlies stepped inside. "I don't know how you figured it out but I guess the time for subtlety is over. You are going to get me the book. You're all alone here. Not even you can stand against all of us. Give me the book or I promise you that before I'm done, you will beg me to kill you."