The grayness of the day begins to turn lavender with the setting sun, a pale hue creating a surreal glow around objects. Waves of heat still rise from the cobblestone ways in the city, like the dying breath from embers on a fire nearly extinguished. Darkness will soon settle over everything, like a black velvet cape.
Grace sits on the side of the bed, watching her sister now resting easier after eating a little; which was a challenge since the delirium made her want to strike out and resist ingesting the fish and raw beef. Knowing this calm would be fleeting, Grace makes restraints from sheets. Tying Stella's hands behind her back, Grace draws up her sister's feet to be bound together as well, a similar form to being hog tied. She then straps her to the iron bars of the bed posts. This should last long enough to allow the acquisition of the drugs and blood needed to create the concoction to cure Stella, if its not all ready too late.
Grace watches the change in light and will wait until the sky becomes an inky black beneath the fog that thickens like gravy.
Why hasn't Norman returned yet runs through her mind as she continues to watch Stella, bound to her prison bed...what sanity lies here, I wonder.
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