BLACK RED BLOOD WHITE

Chapter Seven, III

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Kate took advantage of this, picked up a sharp piece of glass from the floor - she had to be careful her bathing slippers couldn't protect her feet - and drove it into the dimple in her neck that joined her shoulders. She had hardly moved her feet, trying to maintain an upright position, another wound was open. Now she turned around, stepping back and taking a good look at the ground.

"He punctured it!"

Henry stood up too, trying to grab her hair as it fluttered away. He missed them.

"YOU DAMN DIRTY WHORE! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!!!"

"Shall we intervene?"

"Hell yes!"

Anna lifted the bedside table and literally threw it at him, on his blood-stained face, worried about his wounds and stunned to see a creamy white art deco bedside table coming towards him.

Henry bounced on the bed, some glass stuck in his hands, Kate gained the door, opened it.

"FUCK! FUCK!"

He quickly ran down the stairs.

"Ursula keep the door closed"

"How?"

"Keep the door closed, I'll follow Kate, the bitch can do it! She's going away maybe with the kids, you have to give her time"

"OK"

Kate was already in the lobby, running unsteady but fast, she was as agile as all fats.

She headed for the front door, paused for a second in the lobby. A noise had stopped her.

'Here comes a car'

He turned towards the basement stairs. He returned to the cold room.

Hancock entered, he was a bony, tall, perpetually despondent man.

Noises on the upper floor attracted his attention.

He climbed the stairs, arrived at the door to the guest room. It slammed without opening.

"What's going on? Henry are you there?"

"YEAH FUCK I'M HERE AND I'M BLEEDING"

Hancock forced the door open, what he saw made him turn pale but smile intimately, that pompous Henry was a sieve.

He always took the best resources, was better paid and never did the dirty work.

And then honestly, at times, he exaggerated.

"HANCKOK LET'S GOOOOOO"

"Here I am, O holy gods, they have tanned you well, but who was it?"

'The new slut'

"You're losing blood, I don't know if I can pull the bottle out, I'm afraid of severing some artery."

"Are you a doctor now?"

"No but I assure you, look at you, come to the bathroom."

Henry headed for the mirror.

The bottle neck was sticking out for at least a centimetre, blood was gushing out, but it seemed arterial and not so copiously. True, however, if he had extracted badly, he could have cut the veins in the neck better or deeper.

He had to have surgery.

"I don't believe it," he resigned himself. "Give me some painkillers, then I'll have surgery."

"The other one I can take off if you want, it doesn't look deep."

"No"

"We'll think about it after we get the slut"