TARGET FOR DEMISE

8

Chapter 8

"Oh my God let me get that!!" exclaimed a very petite lady with thick black hair and a heart shaped cat face with a pale complexion grabbed the metal handle that was anchoring the blood Sacket and the colourless liquid in its other end. I smiled gratefully as we successfully made it down the two flights of dark brown wood steps.

"Why on earth did you try that!!!?"She exclaimed placing a hand on her protruding chest breathing heavier than me.

She was wearing a sleek black dress with a white apron tied round her waist. Her hair held back in a neat tight bun. She placed her slim pale hand on her fore head to clean off invisible sweat whereas I stared at her very amused.

"You seem to have got more out of it than me." I told her and tried to hold back a snicker.

"Well I wasn't expecting to see a patient almost doubling over two flights of stairs and getting hit with her own drip. On top of already getting a serious stab wound and an almost cardiac arrest." she ranted leading me behind the steps down the hall in quite a rush.

I took the time to admire the dark grey carpet covered floors. You couldn't hear footsteps down here even if you tried. My toes swam in the soft fabric as she led me to a glamorous kitchen.

A sparkling clean white counter top centred in the middle of the large room. Light brown shelves filled with neatly stacked piles of pates hang from the ceiling next to the wall making a perfect 'L' round the right corner that was facing me. Underneath a long white table stretched out from the wall in the same order being anchored by matching brown draws underneath.

Miss. Petite scrambled inside to my left and I gasped taking in the sight of the large grey rectangular Fridge that stood before her. It towered her by double her height. She is quite short.

She pried it open and for the first time since we met she smiled with undeniably stunningly white sparkling clean teeth. I need to know her dentist. I need an appointment.

"I am so sorry, I am Delores but you can call me Lola." She said still smiling at me, "can I make you something to eat? You can seat at the counter." She said pulling out a small stool. I rolled over and sat on it resting my hands on the counter.

"I am Crystal, Crystal Cane and that would be lovely. I am starving." I smiled and pushed out the random strands that kept running to my face.

She got out two sandwiches in plastic containers and placed them in a plate she grabbed from the shelves and placed it in a black microwave.

"So how are you doing?" she leaned back and sat across from me.

"Well apart from being very hungry I think I am getting better." I chuckled remembering how I once woke up in my own bed and when to school normally before this mess happened.

"Do you know how I got here? What exactly happened to me?" I asked looking at her eagerly hoping someone would give me a clear explanation.

At the same time a little beeping sound announced the sandwiches. I jumped a little together with Lola and we both ended up laughing at our jumpiness. She got them out and we sat eating as I waited for her to tell me.

She took a large bite and run to the fridge and pulled out two juice bottles and handed one to me.

"Well what I know is that you were stabbed at school then rushed to the hospital," she paused getting back to her stool, "you were unconscious for five days..."

"Five days!!"

"Then some creepy guy walks in and tries to kill you with some lethal injection that caused an almost fatal cardiac arrest," she sighed, "girl you have gone through much more than the soap operas I have watched."