Summary: Jim frantically searches for Blair, intent on saving the young man from further harm at the hands of his mother.
Deadly Devotion – A Sequel to 'Maternal Instinct'
By: Kathy
She shifted in her chair; the hard plastic had long since made her achy and sore. With a long, drawn-out sigh, she leaned forward and laid a hand on the bed, resting it near the pale, still hand of the bed's occupant. The beeping of the machines no longer bothered her. On the contrary, it was now a steady comfort; background noise that blended together with the muted sounds from the hallway and the occasional announcements from the speakers.
Moving her hand, she rested it on a cool forehead and stroked the sweaty skin. She distractedly noted that the long, curly hair was limp and matted. It had been washed just yesterday but it seemed to get dirty so easily. It was strange, she mused. That had never been a problem when he was a child. But, then again, it hadn't been so long back then. The thought of cutting it crossed her mind. But she loved the feel of it sliding through her fingers. The feeling was so sensual. When it was clean at least. She made a note to pick up some different shampoo. Maybe it was the harsh shampoo they used here that made it get dirty so easily.
Rising from her chair, she moved to the doorway and cracked the door, looking up and down the corridor. No one was around. It was late, nearly midnight. She really wasn't supposed to be here, but they had made an exception when they saw how devoted she was.
Quietly, she shut the door and moved back over to the bed. Reaching down to the floor, she picked up her purse and rummaged inside, quickly finding what she was looking for. With practiced ease, she picked up the IV line. For a moment, she fingered the tube, memories from the past rushing back. Then she deftly inserted the needle.
Gazing down at her unconscious son, she injected the contents of the needle into the IV, watching as the poison slowly flowed down into his arm.
Once the needle was empty, she pulled it out and capped it. Bending down, she placed a gentle kiss on her son's forehead. "I love you, Sweetie."
Smiling broadly and humming softly, Naomi Sandburg went back to her seat; once again keeping vigil at her ill son's bedside.