This way please. A nurse in crisp white and a funny little hat perched on to of a braided bun, at the back of her head. He may be sleeping, but you can at least see him. Talking is difficult, due to all the stitches and bruising on his face and neck.
Yes, I understand nurse. I am happy to do all the talking. A sly grin slides across his face. The nurse shows him to the ward. You'll find Mr. Ó Seachnasaigh in the last bed, on the left, next to the window. You are too kind and thank you for taking such good care of my brother-n-law. My dear, departed, sister would be pleased.
The room is bright and the white linens glow with sanitized purity. A hulk of a man prostrated and bandaged sleeps silently. In a low, whispered voice, close to his ear, speaks a man bent on retribution. You went too far my friend and I am none too pleased with your damaging actions. Why didn't you follow my instructions; they were clear and precise. I am very disappointed with you and now I am forced to take drastic actions; an outcome not advantageous for you. Standing up and pulling a familiar syringe from his breast pocket, he lifts the sheet, covering the torso of Mr. Ó Seachnasaigh, and injects the liquid, housing the microscopic creature, into the lower abdomen of its new victim. Good-bye and happy day my brutal friend. As he straightens the sheet, the nurse approaches the bed; seeing the patient asleep still, comments. Oh, I am sorry, but in his current condition, he needs all the rest he can get. It's quite alright; I said what I needed to say and I am sure he heard me. The doctor feels certain he'll make a total recovery and be fine to leave the hospital in a couple of weeks. That is good news. I am sure he will recover...expert care is hard to find.
Exiting, Norman turns and tips his hat to the unsuspecting nurse. Ah, what a pretty smile she has...reminds me of sweet Mary Kelly at #13.
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