Oh, Grace...you're a miracle worker! I feel so much better and its all thanks to you. Stella lays on the bed, smiling and looking like her 'old' self. Happy to be untied and in full capacity of all her faculties, Stella is relieved to be over the worst of her illness.
I did the best I could and honestly, I wasn't sure it was going to work. Grace rings her hands, releasing some of the tension from the past two days. Moving towards the bed she continues. You were very bad this time and I was scared to death I didn't get the ingredients mixed correctly. Sitting on the bed, Grace feels calmer and suddenly very tired. It was such a desperate situation and you looked...Grace chokes back the tears...so bad; I thought I'd lost you.
Oh, Gracie, I'm alright, see? Stella sits up and holds out her arms, smiling. The sisters hug tightly and Stella kisses her sister's tear stained cheek. I'll be just fine, in a couple of days, you'll see. Stroking the blonde curls around Grace's face, Stella begins to organize her thoughts into a plan of revenge. A sadistic smile creeps at the corners of her mouth with the realization of irony that her final victim resides at #13...how 'lucky' for some.
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