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Nightmares
Chapter 8: Innocent Until Proven Guilty
Elizabeth was a wreck. She nervously peered over at the door to the bedroom where the doctor was treating Will. She couldn't bring herself to admit that this incident was going to look highly suspicious.
She was brought back to reality by the shutting of the door. Doctor Johnson stood in the hall and made his way over to the distraught Elizabeth.
"Is he going to be alright?" Was her immediate question.
"He will be fine, but I must admit he was extremely lucky not to have punctured a vein or artery." The doctor replied.
Elizabeth nodded and made her way into the silent and dim bedroom. Will was lying flat and still on their bed, arms and hands wrapped in blood stained, thick bandages. His breathing was heavy and uneven, and every once in a while he would flinch. Elizabeth felt very helpless and afraid. She came and sat on the bed next to Will and stared at him with tears in her eyes.
"…Lizabeth…" He managed to choke out, weak from the loss of blood.
"Shh…" She silenced him by putting a finger to his lips.
"Baby…?" He asked wearily.
"Baby's fine." At least she hoped so. After she woke and found Will, her stomach was still hurting terribly, which wasn't good, not at all.
"Good…" He sighed and collapsed back asleep, exhausted.
The hours seemed to pass by slowly, and Elizabeth barely even noticed dawn when the light seeped through the open window. She yawned, having not slept at all. Deciding she needed some water, Elizabeth reluctantly stood and made her way down the stairs to the kitchen. She poured herself some water and sat down at the dining room table.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Elizabeth stood and made her way over to answer it.
"Commodore, father, come in." Her voice was strained and she had to stifle another yawn.
"Elizabeth, we wish not to lay another burden on your mind," Her father spoke softly, "But we must investigate the attempted murder of Mr Turner."
Elizabeth collapsed in her chair. "You…you, what?" She could hardly comprehend what he had just said, attempted murder!
"My dear, you were the only one in the room at the time." The Commodore spoke.
"You actually think; have the nerve to think, that I would want to harm my husband, whom I love with all my heart and soul. You are both mad!" Elizabeth shouted. "I mean, the notion itself is laughable on its own."
"It is true, that the weapon in question is missing, and there were no witnesses or a motive…at least I hope there was no motive." He raised a brow at Elizabeth, who shook her head in defence.
"So, I am baffled. If you did not do it, then who did?"
Elizabeth shifted in her seat and her father immediately knew she was hiding something.
"Elizabeth," He warned, "Now is not the time to keep things from me, and you know it."
She nodded. "Fine, but you are going to think it's preposterous. Well…I keep having these nightmares about Captain Barbossa hurting Will in a number of ways. Last night, I was having a dream that Will was getting cut. When I woke, I found him like that."
The Commodore frowned and her father sighed.
"Elizabeth, I find that very hard to believe…" The Commodore began, but was cut short by Elizabeth.
"Commodore, father, please, you must believe me when I say I would never, ever, hurt Will. I didn't do it!" She shouted angrily and headed for the stairs.
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