A Deadly cure.

Chapter 3:

previously... (As her husband was trying to kill her but she always resisted. But now...)

I was trying to digest what the woman on the bed had just said as my mind was racing. Was this man indeed attempting to murder his wife? And was I a pawn in his perverse game that he was playing?

I searched the space for a route out as I peered about. The windows, however, were out of my reach and the entrance was locked.

In the hopes that she could provide me with further details, I turned back to the woman.

How did he treat you? I questioned, attempting to keep my tone neutral.

She answered, scarcely raising her voice above a whisper, “I don’t know. “I imagine it’s some sort of poison. I’m not sure how he did it, but it made me feel awful.”

I inhaled deeply as I tried to come up with a strategy and determination.

I said, “Can you move at all?”

She gave a feeble headshake.

She remarked, “I can hardly lift my arm.”

In an effort to locate something that may assist me, I looked about the room. I then noticed a syringe on the nightstand close to the bed.

I carefully approached it in the hopes that it may hold anything that could assist the woman.

Yet when I took it in my hands, I sensed something odd. There were barely a few letters still visible after the label had been pulled off.

P-E-R-I-L.

As I understood what this meant, my heart sunk. I wasn’t brought here by a man who was searching for a treatment for his wife. He was searching for a method to murder her.

I felt a wave of rage come over me as I turned to face the woman on the bed.

I said, “I’ll get you out of here.” “But you must have courage for me. Can you accomplish that?”

I moved towards the door, prepared to tear it down if necessary, and she gave me a feeble nod.

Nevertheless, I heard footsteps in the corridor before I even reached for the handle.

As the door opened, I retreated and made an effort to blend into the darkness.

With a menacing grin on his face, the man in the fedora entered the space.

He added with a venomous tone, “I see you’ve met my wife.

I remained silent since I didn’t know what to say.

But the person lying in bed spoke.

She continued, her voice full of a resolve that belied her frail state, “You’re going to pay for what you’ve done.

I felt my skin crawl as the man laughed cruelly.

He moved forward her, asking, “Is that so?

I tightened up, prepared to step in if needed.

The woman on the bed suddenly jerked the syringe out of my hand and inserted it into the man’s neck before I had a chance to react.

When he collapsed to the ground, he lurched backwards while grabbing at his throat.

With a slight smile on her face, the woman turned to face me.

Before her eyes closed and she slept off, she whispered, “Thank you.”

I was unclear of what to do next as I stood there. Yet one thing was obvious: I had to go right away…