Chapter: 4
Disclaimer: I in no way own anything to do with TLW and no profit is being made from it.
GRAMMAR ALERT: I'll still have grammar trouble, so please bare with me.
Rating: PG-13, for language and violence.
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The nurses walked past with no news as Roxton walked around the waiting room as over a half an hour had gone by.
"Roxton she'll be fine, don't worry." Veronica said soothingly as she pulled Roxton down forcing him to sit next to her. "We'll all be okay." She whispered as she leaned her head upon Malone's shoulder, holding back the tears she wanted shed. But she had to be strong for the others.
The doctor wiped his head as he finished Marguerite's stitching. Removing his gloves as the nurses removed the tools and wiped away any excess blood. With only one nurse left she, threw her gloves away as she walked out into the waiting room.
From waiting for two hours the nurse found the group asleep from exhaustion. She walked up slowly. Clearing her throat, the group awoke suddenly, remembering where they were. "Is Marguerite okay?' Roxton questioned. The timid nurse stepped back a little shocked from their eagerness. "She will be, but she'll need to stay for a couple days, then the doctor says you can take her home on bed rest." They nodded their heads in relief. But to the nurses surprise Roxton hugged her, as she stood in shock, "Uh, but sir if you would like to you can see her now, one at a time, she needs her rest." "Sure." Roxton said as he let go, embarrassed as realizing what he had just done, but the others new he was to go in first.
Slowing walking into the room. Marguerite was still weak and drowsy from the anesthesia, but she had managed to have awakened from hearing the hunter's familiar footsteps. Roxton noticed she was awake.
"Sorry, did I wake you?"
"It's okay." She whispered hoarsely. Roxton noticed her still ashen appearance, and struggle to keep awake that tugged at his heart. He really wanted to hold onto her and never let her get hurt again. It was job to protect Marguerite from her "demons", but he had failed.
"Are you in pain" He asked sadly, gripping her hand is his.
Bottling her emotions, she only replied, "Nothing a warm bath and a cup of coffee can't fix." She whispered.
Roxton smiled, admiring her fiery spirit that mad him love her even more.
(Gunter's household)
Gunter walked around the room that glowed from a fireplace that was lit, as animal's heads covered the room's walls, Gunter swallowed an alcoholic beverage from a glass then slammed it onto a table. "Damn! How could I have let anyone see me, now I'll get caught for sure! I guess I might have to rid of her friends also." "But hell it was worth it having that bitch's blood spilled over the alter." He laughed, as a knocking was heard. "KNOCK, KNOCK" "Who is it?" Gunter demanded.
"The butler sir."
"Come in, what is it?" Gunter sighed irritated.
"Sir, there is a man named Robert demanding to see you immediately."
"Oh, that dolt just let him in."
"Yes sir." The butler left the room, closing the doors, as Robert rushed into the room out of breath as usual.
"My, Robert next time you should have used a cab." Gunter joked. Holding up his glass he asked, "Did you come to congratulate me on my success?"
"What kind success are you speaking of Gunter?" Robert asked mockingly.
"Thomas what are you not telling me?"
"Oh, nothing but that she's still alive, recovering actually and getting better."
"Damn, and The one of them saw who I was!" Gunter pounded his fist onto the wall. Leaving a dent where his hand had been
"Well Gunter maybe you still can, she's still at the hospital, you have another chance."
Smiling Gunter put his jacket on, before Robert stopped him.
"Gunter wait take this, it's a little less inconspicuous." Robert than gave Gunter a small handgun as Gunter hid it in a pocket inside his coat. Gunter then put on his coat and left the room as Robert took a glass and filled it with the liquor quickly swallowing the substance, and with a smirk, muttered, "This ought to be good"
To be continued… don't forget to review, the more I get, the quicker I update )