The third floor of the hospital is busy today. Nurses, custodians, patients, and the occasional doctor can be seen moving up and down the halls. The nurses at the nurse's station are busy answering questions and checking the odd alarm from a patient's room. Everybody seems to have a purpose and a place on the unusually busy floor.
Everybody except for one nurse it seems.
She moves with a quick pace down the hall. Her head looking back and forth, as if on a lookout for her to be spotted. Her face is hidden by the white face mask and face shield. The light blue scrubs almost look like they are a little too big for her frame. She also carries a tray of syringes in her latex-gloved hands.
The nurse gets to her destination and knocks at the door briefly before entering the patient's room.
Inside, the nurse sees two women. The first one, dressed in a close-fitting business suit in heels, sitting in a chair is Darla Krane with her eye patch over her right eye and raven black hair. The other is Jillian Krane, in a hospital gown lying on a hospital bed facing Darla. Sunlight shows into the room, giving a bright glow to the room.
"Oh hello, are you here to give me my shot for the pain?" asks Jillian.
The nurse nods.
Darla rises from her chair, "Well, I have to get going Jillian, Got a board meeting to go to."
Jillian frowned, "Do you have to? I get bored staying here by myself."
Darla goes to the side of the bed and leans and kisses her sister's forehead, "Yes I have to, now be good for the nurses ok?"
Jillian nods and sadly watches her sister leave the room.
The nurse steps aside to let Darla pass by her. The nurse closes the door behind Darla as quietly as possible. She then takes a syringe from the tray she was carrying and walks over to the other side of the bed, the same side that Jillian's I.V. was applied to her wrist.
"What is that supposed to do?" Jillian asks as she watches the nurse attach the syringe to the tube.
"It will take away the pain you are experiencing, " The nurse says as she watches the liquid enter the tube and then disappear into Jillian's wrist.
"There we go, all done."
The nurse moves to the other side of the bed and leans on the bed rail where the call button for the nurse's station is located.
"It said on your medical history that you suffer some memory loss, about how far back does it go?" the nurse asks.
Jillian shrugs her shoulders, "I don't remember anything after the age of nineteen."
"Oh that's too bad, " the nurse responds.
Jillian begins to feel that something is off inside her body like she was getting weaker for some unknown reason. Her vision was also getting blurry.
"Why?" Jillian weakly asks.
The nurse leans closer to Jillian's head, "Because you won't know why I just killed you."
"What? Why?" Jillian asks in a still weaker voice as she tries to push the call button.
The nurse casually pushes Jillian's hand away, "Because you led a team of CIA backed mercenaries that killed my father, Alexander Stravinski, But it happened during a time that you no longer recall."
"Please don't let me... die, " pleads Jillian.
The assassin turns away from the bed and starts to leave, "I'm sorry but the Black November drug has no known antidote and it works very quickly."
Jillian manages to finally push the call button.
"Nurses station."
"Help... nurse.."
"Ok, we will send someone to you."
The assassin sighs, "Now why did you do that for?"
The assassin gets to the door of the private restroom and quickly enters leaving the door slightly open. A quick knock on the room door indicates the arrival of a nurse. The door opens and the nurse enters quickly and leans on the bed.
"Miss Krane, are you alright, What do you ne-"
The assassin's arms quickly wrap around the unaware nurse's neck and head. She frantically tries to free herself from the overwhelming grip of her attacker. The assassin leans her head close to the new victim's head while looking at the dying Jillian.
"I'm sorry, only one was supposed to die today."
Jillian's eyes close tightly as a sickening cracking sound comes from the nurse's neck.
The assassin slides the deceased nurse onto the chair facing the hospital bed. The assassin looks quickly toward the room door then she turns her attention back to the dying Jillian. The dying victim's breathing gets more shallow, almost nonexistent.
"Darla," is heard from Jillian as her last breath leaves her.
The assassin feels Jillian's neck for a pulse. Satisfied with the finished mission she quickly grabs her tray and goes for the door. She looks back at her handy work as her hand grasps the doorknob.
"For you Papa."
The assassin makes her escape, quickly walking down the hall. She makes it to the nurses' station, overhearing the conversations.
"What's taking Denice so long with Ms. Krane? Somebody go check and see if she needs help."
"I'm on it," comes a reply from a short nurse.
The Assassin turns the corner where the elevators are and push the call button. The 'ding' announces the arrival and the door opening of the elevator. The assassin quickly steps aside to let occupants out, including Darla who is grumbling about forgotten keys.
Darla pauses, looks back, just missing sight of the assassin. A commotion catches her attention in the direction of her sister's room. She makes her way down the hall.
"HELP! THEY'RE DEAD! HURRY!" the short nurse calls out.
Darla rushes to the room. The short nurse tries to block her but is quickly removed from out of the way by Darla twisting her wrist. Darla stops at the sight of her slain sister, she slowly makes her way to her side and sadly embraces the limp body of Jillian. She slowly rocks as tears form from her eye.
Darla lets out a primal cry that would be heard throughout the floor.
"JILLIAN!"
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The Beautiful Guardian: Vengence
Action(PART TWO) A brother of a slain enemy comes into town bent on revenge. An unknown assassin begins to hunt. Future inlaws coming in for a visit. Maxine sure has her hands full!
