TRIXIE CHAPTER 18

The gang waited at the hospital's entrance for Charlie and Alan.
"Sure you're OK to drive Alan?" Megan asked.

"Sure, sure. Go on, go home." Alan shushed them out. Megan gave Alan and Charlie a peck and went off.
The two men hugged each other; they needed that after all that had happened.

Charlie was soon in bed after taking his meds and Alan reminded him that no matter what time, if he felt uncomfortable, to call him.
Alan made him promise then he too went to bed.

Both of them were asleep as soon as their heads touched their pillows.

Day six...
Charlie spent a restless night, he was hot and his hand was giving him tiny stabs of pain. He didn't want to wake his father for he knew his father needed an uninterrupted sleep.

He got up and went downstairs quietly. He switched on the kitchen light and looked at his hand; nothing seemed wrong, just all wrapped up in white bandage.
He poked at it, "Ow, ow," his fingers were a bit numb; he shook his hand trying to rid of the stabbing pain.

He massaged his fingers one by one twisting and turning them hoping to alleviate the little needle pokes in his hand.
Lucky he could open and close his fingers with no problem. He sat down to think about the man who stabbed them and what was going on.
The man was trying to push him away so that he could get at Trixie.
What's going on? Is it a kidnapping? Why was he after them? Was he following him to get to Don?
All these questions flying around in his head like little bees bothering him.

After the mini exercises it still felt like the little bees were taking turns in stabbing his hand.
He went to look for his painkillers and found them, took two out and quickly swallowed them. Only then did he go to the kitchen sink to get the water.

It would take another forty minutes for it to take effect. He got an idea, opened the freezer and looked for some frozen packets.

He saw peas, carrots, a loaf of frozen bread; he took 2 packets of peas, one packet of carrots and the frozen loaf of bread.

He sat down, place his bandaged hand on the kitchen counter top, and put the peas and carrots packets on top of his bandaged hand with the loaf of bread by the side.
Slowly the frozen coldness seeped in and soon his bandaged hand was numbed and the pain relieved.
He sat there and then he laid his head on the counter top and soon he felt asleep.

Alan found his youngest like that, the packets were melted and the water was seeping down to the floor.
He shook his head, just like Charlie to think up idea like that.
His hand must be giving him trouble.

Alan took the wet packets and put it back into the freezer and he touched Charlie's forehead and found it cool to touch.
"Charlie…Charlie come on, your back must be killing you sleeping this way. "

"Emmm….Dad? What am I doing here?"

"Ask yourself that question, I don't know I just got up."

"Oh, oh, oh yes, my hand felt like the little bees were stinging it, so I came down to swallow some pills and then I took…. Er…where is it?"

"You mean my packets of frozen peas? It's back to where it belongs together with the carrots and bread."

"Er…yes, oh OK, thanks Dad."
"Charlie what are you going to do with your wet bandaged hand?"

"OH.. let it dry by itself?"

"Oh Charlie, you and your brilliant ideas. Here put this towel round your hand. Go and rest a bit, it's still too early to go and see Don. I'll get you up around 9.30, go and sleep on the couch."
Alan shook his head.

Charlie put the towel round his wet bandage and went into the sitting room.

"Charlie, do you remember what time you took your meds?"

"Err... around four thirtyish ."

"OK four thirty and it's now seven am. You can take them again before we go and see Don. Go on sleep on the couch,"

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The skies were lightening as the man in the car stirred. He looked around and saw people going into the hospital and cars going in and some coming out.

He slowly got up and nearly fell down; he had forgotten that he had sprained his leg jumping from the 2nd floor.

He had been lucky; he had run and ducked under the stands on the small field where security had not been able to locate him.
He stayed for almost 2 hours before he came out. He hobbled to the car hidden in the shadows.

He then slept throughout the night.
He needed to get his foot strapped else movement will be difficult to him. He needed to lay low for a while. Logan had to wait, if he was transported to prison before he could get to him, then too bad. He had to look out for himself.

He had other important things to do now. He had found his target, he needed some fast money.

He quickly searched through his bag of tricks and he got the card that he wanted. His false social security card one registered as Mark Shamuels. It was photo of him much younger, clean-cut and with a clipped mustache.

He changed into a long sleeved tee-shirt and he combed his hair back and he put on a brown wig and a brown mustache to match the light brown hair he had on the photo.

He was ready; he hobbled to the entrance of the hospital and went to emergency clinic. He registered himself and waited for the doctor.

His name was called soon after, "Shamuels, Mark."

"Here." He hobbled after the nurse.

"Ah yes, Mr. Shamuels, how can I help you, ar.. I see, your leg." Dr. Chandra commented.

"Please come and sit here, oh nurse please help Mr. Shamuels.
Tell me how you hurt your leg, ar…you jumped down from somewhere high?"

'Mark' jerked his leg away, almost hitting the good doctor. For the good doctor had 'hit the nail on the head.'

"Here, here, you've got a spasm? Nurse, please hold Mr.Shamuels' leg for a while."

The nurse looked at the doctor and slowly went to 'Mark' and as she tried to hold his leg, he shouted, "I don't want you to hold my leg, I want you to bind up my leg."

"Ah… yes, but I need your leg to be still, so I check." The good doctor replied.

'Oh. Okay, I'll be still."

"Good, good, ah, this is sprained, you did not put compress on it? It's swollen, umm pain here, umm here? Oops! Be careful."

'Mark' nearly kicked the good doctor again.

"Yes, you got a bad sprain here." concluded Dr. Chandra.

"I know that, I just wanted it bind up." 'Mark' insisted again.

"Ok, Ok don't get up your horse yet. Let me write down your details on the PC, modern thing very good and easy, see all online." Dr. Chandra turned to his laptop.

"Huh?"

Suddenly there was a cough from the nurse.

'Mark' looked at her and whispered, 'he meant hold your horses?"

The nurse was silently laughing with her hand over her mouth.

"Well I'll be damned; he coined a new phrase, 'don't get up your horse yet.'
Hey doc, the horse is impatient, it's raring to go."
'Mark' replied.

"Ok, Ok. The mind is quick but the soles are slow." The doctor replied coming up with a printed prescription.

"Now you follow the nurse and face the music."

"Face the music?"

"Yes, go get your just desserts."

"Please Mr. Shamuels, just follow me to the dispensary, you will face the music er... get your foot bandage." The nurse said, trying to control her mirth.

"Then you give me my desserts?" 'Mark' said innocently, he turned to the good doctor, "Thank you very much doctor, it's a pleasure doing business with you. I will follow the nurse and face the music, see my mind is quick but my soles are slow."

"Come on Mr. Shamuels, no lagging else you won't get your desserts." The witty nurse replied.

Tbc

A/N: Thanks to Mikiss