Serial Novel: Falling in Public, Ch. 19
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Falling in Public
Chapter 19
The heavy door opened and a tall, skinny man with an angular face looked them both over before stepping back and motioning for them to enter. The doorman grabbed Holly around the waist and pulled her along, though she hardly noticed due to the overwhelming dizziness and nausea that got worse by the second. Once inside, she made out just enough detail to get the impression of weath and fine things before a fuzzy veil settled over her eyes and she felt herself slip to the floor. Above her, voices carried on in hushed tones as she quickly faded into unconsciousness.
The next time she woke, it was dark. The hard mattress underneath her wasn't her own, and neither was the ridiculous excuse for a pillow. She moved restlessly, sending a streak of fire up her leg and pain so acute she could barely breathe. She gasped, going over the day's events in her mind.
Eddie. Moisture gathered in her eyes as she remembered leaving him sprawled on the floor, her kidnapper assuring her he'd be okay in a couple of hours. But was he? She wiped a tear away, wishing she knew. Hoping someone had come along and found him.
A door at the foot of the bed opened, allowing a wash of dim orange light to spill onto the floor from the hall. The tall man - a butler, she presumed - who had let them in earlier came to the side of her bed, a glass of water in one hand and a small paper cup in the other.
"It's time for your medication, Miss," he said, holding the paper cup out to her. "Antibiotics and a pain pill for your leg."
She took the little cup and peered inside. "There are three pills here. What's the third one?" The butler turned on the lamp at her side for more light.
"Just something to help you sleep," he said, his voice soft and monotonous. She considered the pills as he put the glass in her other hand.
"I'll skip that one," she said, holding the pills up for him to take. "Just show me the antibiotic and pain killer. That's plenty."
He shook his head, refusing to take them back. "Sorry, miss. I have orders for you to take them all."
She frowned. "Orders from who? Why am I here? I need to talk to the person in charge. I'm sure there's been a mistake..."
"I'll leave the water on your nightstand. When you're in enough pain, I'm sure you'll change your mind." He walked out with a brisk step and pulled the door shut behind him.
Holly waited until he was gone, then dumped the pills onto the table and started looking carefully at each of them for any distinguising marks. The long one was probably the antibiotic, so she swallowed that with a little water. The other two were nearly indistinguisable - both small, round and white.
Her leg hurt, but she really needed her wits about her so she opted to wait on the other two pills. So much had already happened that she wanted to be alert for whatever came next. Looking around the room, she spied a bookshelf, and an open door she really hoped led to a bathroom. Perfect.
Throwing back the covers, she swung her legs slowly off the edge of the bed, wincing at the movement. Putting her good foot down first, she managed to stand up, and she held onto the heavy antique-look furniture as she slowly dragged her bad leg to the door. Relieving herself, she went to the bookshelves, feeling a fine layer of sweat develop over her skin as she hobbled. Her leg ached, but she almost forgot about that as she realized that all the books were the same, right to left, up and down. Shivering, she made her way back to the bed and lay there panting from the effort as she tried to wrap her mind around what the books might mean for her. She closed her eyes, but all she could see was that ominous book cover repeated over and over and over in her mind.
How to Commit the Perfect Murder.
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Falling in Public
Chapter 19
The heavy door opened and a tall, skinny man with an angular face looked them both over before stepping back and motioning for them to enter. The doorman grabbed Holly around the waist and pulled her along, though she hardly noticed due to the overwhelming dizziness and nausea that got worse by the second. Once inside, she made out just enough detail to get the impression of weath and fine things before a fuzzy veil settled over her eyes and she felt herself slip to the floor. Above her, voices carried on in hushed tones as she quickly faded into unconsciousness.
The next time she woke, it was dark. The hard mattress underneath her wasn't her own, and neither was the ridiculous excuse for a pillow. She moved restlessly, sending a streak of fire up her leg and pain so acute she could barely breathe. She gasped, going over the day's events in her mind.
Eddie. Moisture gathered in her eyes as she remembered leaving him sprawled on the floor, her kidnapper assuring her he'd be okay in a couple of hours. But was he? She wiped a tear away, wishing she knew. Hoping someone had come along and found him.
A door at the foot of the bed opened, allowing a wash of dim orange light to spill onto the floor from the hall. The tall man - a butler, she presumed - who had let them in earlier came to the side of her bed, a glass of water in one hand and a small paper cup in the other.
"It's time for your medication, Miss," he said, holding the paper cup out to her. "Antibiotics and a pain pill for your leg."
She took the little cup and peered inside. "There are three pills here. What's the third one?" The butler turned on the lamp at her side for more light.
"Just something to help you sleep," he said, his voice soft and monotonous. She considered the pills as he put the glass in her other hand.
"I'll skip that one," she said, holding the pills up for him to take. "Just show me the antibiotic and pain killer. That's plenty."
He shook his head, refusing to take them back. "Sorry, miss. I have orders for you to take them all."
She frowned. "Orders from who? Why am I here? I need to talk to the person in charge. I'm sure there's been a mistake..."
"I'll leave the water on your nightstand. When you're in enough pain, I'm sure you'll change your mind." He walked out with a brisk step and pulled the door shut behind him.
Holly waited until he was gone, then dumped the pills onto the table and started looking carefully at each of them for any distinguising marks. The long one was probably the antibiotic, so she swallowed that with a little water. The other two were nearly indistinguisable - both small, round and white.
Her leg hurt, but she really needed her wits about her so she opted to wait on the other two pills. So much had already happened that she wanted to be alert for whatever came next. Looking around the room, she spied a bookshelf, and an open door she really hoped led to a bathroom. Perfect.
Throwing back the covers, she swung her legs slowly off the edge of the bed, wincing at the movement. Putting her good foot down first, she managed to stand up, and she held onto the heavy antique-look furniture as she slowly dragged her bad leg to the door. Relieving herself, she went to the bookshelves, feeling a fine layer of sweat develop over her skin as she hobbled. Her leg ached, but she almost forgot about that as she realized that all the books were the same, right to left, up and down. Shivering, she made her way back to the bed and lay there panting from the effort as she tried to wrap her mind around what the books might mean for her. She closed her eyes, but all she could see was that ominous book cover repeated over and over and over in her mind.
How to Commit the Perfect Murder.
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