TRIXIE CHAPTER 12

He ran the short distance to Don's room and he nearly collided with Dr. Stewart coming out.
He stopped for a breath and he asked,
"Dr. Stewart, how are you?"

"Fine and how are you? You seem to be out of breath."

"Oh, OK running up the stairs, err.. How's Don?"

"Fine, better and he can be discharged by tomorrow."

"Oh, that's good news, thank you."

"Well, OK, see you around." Dr. Stewart said and he went off.

'Oh no, I don't want to see you around, I see you means there's something wrong with Don.' Charlie thought to himself.
He composed himself, pushed the door opened and went in with a face full of smiles.

"Hi Dad." Charlie saw his dad doing his crossword and Don was sitting by the sofa with Trixie with a crayon in his hand.

"Don heard you are blowing this joint tomorrow."

"Yes."

"Hi Charlie, come and write on my cast." Trixie said looking at Charlie.

"Let me put down my bag and this box first, say how old are you? Eight, Nine or Nineteen?" Charlie wiggled his eyebrows at her.

She giggled and yells out,"nearly nine years old!"
"Wo… don't yell, OK let me test you on math and see if you can solve this one, write it on your cast? Charlie asked.

Trixie nodded and gave Charlie a brown crayon.

"Oh good, my favourite colour."

"What you've brought Charlie?" Dad asked coming near them, Don joined him and they looked in the bag. Don took a piece of cake in a plastic container and Alan took another they sat down to eat their goodies, while looking at Charlie and Trixie their heads together while Charlie wrote out the math problem.

Meanwhile the man in blue went followed Charlie up in the next lift, he went to the fifth floor and when he came out he was unable to see Charlie anywhere.

He straightened up and went to one of the rooms and see if he's inside, he saw no one except a patient sleeping with some baskets of flowers on the table and floor.

"Borrow one." He muttered and took the nearest basket of flowers.

He then went to the nurses' station with the basket of flowers.

"Hello miss, I am looking for the FBI who was injured. I don't know his room; me Mrs. wanted me to give him these flowers um..Sort of thanking him for saving the little girl. Seems I've got the wrong floor."

The nurse looked at him and she turned to the other nurse, who said,
"Oh I think you'll want the second floor, not sure which room but you could ask the nurses there."

"Oi, thank you ."

'Oh smart one there, curly hair.' He thought to himself.

He took the basket of flowers and went to the lift.
He took the lift to the second floor. He walked towards the nurses' station but from afar he saw a man wheeling the cart, he got a better idea, he left the flowers on the table.

He looked around and he found utility room, opened it and saw no one around, it was evening most of the staff were away for their dinner.
He waited till the attendant was nearer to the utility room, he opened the door wider and he called out to the attendant, "Hey, please come here for a moment."

The attendant looked at him and asked. "What's the matter?"

"Come and help me move this barrel please." He said.

The attendant was unwilling to move, but after a while, he said,
"OK but be quick, I'm already late in delivering these dinners."

As soon as he was in the room, he was knocked unconscious from behind. The man quickly dragged him further into the room. He stripped him off his uniform.

The man took the dirty clothes from the bin and started to tear into strips to bind the man up and rolled him under the shelves.

He quickly put on the uniform over his clothes and he made sure he was presentable, opened the door and quickly took hold of the cart.

He looked at the names and room numbers on the food trays and he found the one he wanted and went straight for the room, pushing the cart.

He searched the cart and found a container with cutlery. He chose the sharpest knife he found there and placed in it a convenient place.

Don looked at Dad and said, "Bet you 50 cents that she can solve whatever Charlie is giving her now."

Alan looked at Don and asked, "Are you sure?"

Don nodded for his mouth was full of cake.

"You're on." And Don immediately stretched out his hand.

"Oh you're so confident in Trixie?"

"Hey Dad, she can solve this. Smart girl here." Charlie said and wrote another one for her.

"Oh alright." Alan grumbled and dug out 50 cent for Don.

Both Alan and Don were a bit amused at the two curly haired heads together. One big and one small.

Charlie was back to giving puzzles and math problems for Trixie.
he was intrigued with Trixie, they have progressed to Trixie's art block, at first using crayons were taking much space, Charlie dug into his bag and produced two ball points and he gave one to Trixie and started again, Charlie giving out the problems and Trixie solving it.

"Don, she's good, very good indeed. Ummm another 'Child Genius'?"

"Yep, I knew it the first time I met her. Didn't know about math solving but she was good on other things. "

"Huh, you didn't tell me?"

"Let you find out yourself, Chucky ole boy!"

"Trixie you wanna stop? Your dinner's here, I think" Alan said when he heard the wheels of a cart and then a knock on the door; he wanted Charlie to stop before he exhausted the poor girl. He knew that Charlie could go on and on without stopping if he gets caught up in something.

There was a knock again and Alan said,' Come on in, the door's opened; it opened to reveal a man in white with the dinner cart.

"Dad, you'd better stop him before he really gets carried away." Don told his father but his eyes were following the attendant's movements. This is not the same guy that delivered their lunch. This one has his head down but Don saw that his eyes were darting round the room. His movements, it was a bit hesitant not like the one during lunchtime who was friendly and talkative.

The man with the dinner cart took out the covered trays with their names and room number: Eppes, Cameron.
He saw the little girl; he stopped and then resumed his duties.

Alan saw his hesitation and asked, "Anything's the matter?"

"No, no, just wondering ..2 trays for this room?

"Oh yes, that little girl is having her dinner here, I'm sure you were told."

"Dad…Dad…careful." Don started for his dad, when he saw the 'attendant' acting suspiciously.
Don dashed to his father and he quickly pulled his dad aside as the 'attendant' quickly turned and was pulling out a knife from the cart.

"Charlie! "

The 'attendant' who now had the knife in his hand, he dashed to Charlie's side, he pushed Charlie away and he grabbed Trixie who screamed.

Charlie got up to go to Trixie, Don shouted "No! Charlie!"

Don roughly pushed his father away, "Go!" and he saw the arc of the knife going down at Charlie.
"No! Charlie!" Don yelled and lunged for the man holding the knife and Trixie.

Tbc..