Chapter 4
The nurse appeared in response to Jed's request. "Mr. President, I have the medication that you requested."
"Fine. My hands are hurting pretty bad right now."
"Let me give it though this line and it should take effect almost immediately."
"Sounds fine to me," as Jed watched her plunge the needle into the IV and push the medication.
"There. You should feel nothing in a minute." The nurse looked at the President of the United States and watched the medication take effect.
"What are you looking at…." his voice ebbing as he began to lose consciousness. His head rolled to the side and his body became limp. His eyes closed as he completely lost consciousness and would have rolled off the bed if the nurse had not pulled up the side rails.
"Sleep tight, Mr. President. Now, for your wife."
As if on cue, the door opened and the First Lady's wheelchair was pushed in. Abbey took one look at Jed and instantly became worried. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, Ma'am. I just gave him some pain medication and he fell asleep."
"Oh, okay. Please help me get into bed."
"Yes, ma'am."
Abbey grimaced as she moved from the chair to the bed. The incision was still fairly fresh and the movements of the past hour had only served to increase the pain. After getting settled on the bed, Abbey had a request. "I need some pain medication as well. I'm really hurting right now."
"Yes, ma'am. I'll get some and come right back."
"Thanks."
The orderly stood at the side of the room, looking at the interaction. Abbey thought that was strange, since his job of transporting was over. Usually the aides left the room immediately. But she didn't give it much thought as the nurse reentered the room, holding a syringe.
"Here, let me put the side rails up so you won't fall out. Wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you, would we?"
Abbey smiled at the nurse's command of the English language. It was excellent. She knew that one of the requirements to work here was being fluent in English as this was the hospital of choice for many English-speaking foreigners, including Embassy personnel.
"You speak English very well."
"Thank you ma'am. I am proud of my talent." The nurse took the syringe cap off and pushed the drug into the First Lady's IV line. "This should take effect almost immediately."
"That's great. The pain's pretty intense."
"There. You should feel nothing in a minute." The nurse looked at the First Lady of the United States and watched the medication take effect. Just like her husband, the effect was almost instantaneous. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and closed as her head rolled to the side of the bed. Her limp body sank into the mattress as she completely lost consciousness.
"Now, it is time. Get the others in here." She nodded to the orderly who quickly left the room on a mission.
A mission of retaliation.
A mission of death.