#37: 200 Proof
Deborah sprinted the few steps back across the room and slid to as stop in front of the table. She held out a bottle.
“Here” she panted “Pure Medical grade ethanol. 200 proof.”
“Perfect” the old man said. He gently lowered the two orderlies to the floor. They hastily backed away, hands to their throats. The old man accepted the bottle, unscrewed the lid, and chugged the whole thing.
“Ahhh.” he said in satisfaction. He looked right at Deborah. “Thank you dear. That was exactly what I needed. I’m going to pass out now.”
And he did. He slumped backwards onto the table. Soon he began to snore.
The two orderlies looked at each other then at Deborah.
“I have no idea what happened” Deborah said.
“Me neither.” one said...
“I didn’t see anything.” the other one said.
“The doctor must have tripped.” Deborah decided.
The two orderlies nodded their head in agreement.
The door crashed open again and other people rushed into the room.
“What happened.” they all began shouting “What the hell is going on.”...
Deborah and the two orderlies pointed to the Doctor. “He tripped.“
Pandemonium reigned. Shelby slept the sleep of, not exactly the pure of heart, he was being reintroduced to the joys of being nagged.
“Are you proud of yourself? Are you happy? MR MACHO?! I’ve been struggling for over a decade to break through those walls. When we finally do...WHAT do you do? You kill the doctor. Oh sure , he might have injected you with a poison. They might call it an anti-catatonic drug. But do drugs kill?” She asked.
“Well yeah, this one almost did. You almost died. Just like all the ones before you died. I had to scramble to keep you alive because of that nasty stuff. I almost didn’t make it. Without that nurses help and that hootch I don’t know if I could have.” She admitted.
“Then again, that drug might have been JUST what you needed. It weakened the shield then dissolved it. It’s gone now. About damn time too. That damn toxic drug allowed me to break through the Ego Shield that the Voice installed to keep you alive during the bombing in Cu Chi. The Voice did damn good work building that shield.” she was repeating herself.
“Perhaps I should be grateful for those drugs….I guess.” she concluded.
“Maybe.”
Shelby wished she wasn’t so angry. She wasn’t making any sense.
The Daemon said, “I’m not angry at you dammit! You scared me. You almost died. I don’t want you to die. I’m over reacting. I know it. Don’t mind me. I’m having a nervous breakdown. I worked for it. I earned it. I deserve one. I’m enjoying it.”
“I’m hungry.“ Shelby thought.
She said “YES! FOOD! That’s it. WE need food. You have every right to be hungry. I used up a lot of our body’s resources keeping us alive and repairing the damage from that hell-drug. If it hadn’t been for the extra energy boost from the alcohol that the nurse gave me I couldn’t have done it. Speaking of nurse. Call the nurse. Tell her you need food.”
“NOW!”
“I need... WE need, some protein!!.”
Her head floated in the air before him like a hologram in a cheap Science Fiction Movie. An angry vision of loveliness. “I’m serious as a heart attack in an old folks home about the food. You need something to eat. Your blood sugar is so low that you should already be in a coma. I’m holding it off but I can only do so much. Tell the nurse that you’re hungry dammit, or you WILL go into a coma!”
“Huh” Shelby thought
The Next Episode will be
#38: I need some food please…
The Previous Episode was
#36:We Have a Situation Darling…
the First episode was
#1 : Prologue
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