CHALLENGING THE TIME SEEMS TO BE NOT A GREAT IDEA BUT, COULD BE ANY OTHER WAY TO TRY TO SAVE FREDDIE'S LIFE WITHOUT EXPOSING YOUR OWN SKIN? DO YOU WANT TO FIND OUT HOW FAR OUR HEROINES ARE WILLING TO GO TO ACHIEVE THEIR HIGHEST GOAL?
The last few days or even weeks had been so intense. That death caravan was our shelter as the police came along and all the proceedings may be taken. Kidnapping, two killed and one murder in self-defence. Those were the results and now we were in the hands of the forces of law and order.
Amandine found herself in such a dreadful state when they arrived and it was clear we gotta go to the nearest hospital as quickly as we could. I also got to stop by the sickbay but luckily my wounds were less serious. The next day I was willing and able to make my statement and some days later, it was the French's turn.
Our statements agreed and were coherents each other so, as it couldn't be otherwise, we were exempted from any penalty for murder. It had been absolutely proved that Amandine was fighting for her own freedom and all the abusings she had been submitted were displayed profusely all over her body and they could never proved I was actually the avenging angel but other victim and this was evidenced by my propiciatory wounds.
I couldn't believe that finally Sally was out of our lives. She had been a heavy load for years and as it happened before with Killer, we found ourselves in a kinda disbelief state. While the American had been a constant source of conflicts, the Birmingham girl just had been lurking around not very far, not very near, like a gloomy raven. They were two ways of wickedness. They both were extremely pervasive. Though Sally was still a more dangerous monster than Nina in the end. That was my point of view.
My mind could bear the load of one more death in my biography. What's more, the moment in which I cut her throat was possibly one of the most satisfying moments I had enjoyed within the mission. But Amandine worried me. It was obvious that she not only had been witnessed her first killing but also she had played a part on it. Taking into account her hypersensitivity and how much intense she could get on a normal basis, I couldn't imagine what the days and weeks ahead could mean to her.
I needed her perfectly fit in the mission because she gotta take care of Farrokh and try and make with Freddie's help Farrokh could not feel sad about his mother's absence. And she also got something very urgent to take care of. Freddie should start as soon as possible to take the antirretrovirals. Every day without a treatment was a countdown to death.
The first few days after the killing, the key thing was getting her recovered from her multiple wounds but that would be easier than healing her mental wounds. The first thing I did when I got out of sickbay, was stepping into her hospital room but she found herself sweetly sedated. Once she was conscious again, in such a weird agreement that only the two could understand, we decided not talk to each other yet. It was too early. Being aware of all the terrible things she had been put through, was part of my own process to understand her but we'd rather not talking.
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Nevertheless, there were equally reliable ways to communicate each other. Handing her a glass of water or just helping her with any single gesture was enough so far. I was only telling her she got me, whatever she needed.
