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The Doomsday Conspiracy :: Sheldon Sidney
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It took Robert a moment to find his voice. “Yes … patch it up.”
The doctor poured peroxide into the wound, and Robert started to pass out again. He gritted his teeth. Hang on. We’re almost there. And finally, blessedly, the worst was over. The doctor was strapping a heavy bandage across Robert’s shoulder.
“Give me my jacket,” Robert said.
Dr Hilsinger stared at him. “You can’t go out now. You can’t even walk.”
“Bring me my jacket.” His voice was so weak he could hardly talk. He watched the doctor walk across the room to get his jacket, and there seemed to be two of him.
“You’ve lost a lot of blood,” Dr Hilsinger cautioned. “It would be dangerous for you to leave.”
And more dangerous for me to stay, Robert thought. Carefully, he slipped his jacket on and tried to stand. His legs began to buckle. He grabbed the side of the table.
“You’ll never make it,” Dr Hilsinger warned.
Robert looked up at the blurry figure in front of him. “I’ll make it.”
But he knew that the moment he left, Dr Hilsinger would be on the phone again. Robert’s eyes fell on the spool of heavy surgical tape Dr Hilsinger had used.
“Sit in the chair.” His words were slurred.
“Why? What are you …?”
Robert raised the gun. “Sit down.”
Dr Hilsinger sat. Robert picked up the roll of tape. It was awkward, because he only had the use of one hand. He pulled the end of the wide tape loose and began to unroll it. He moved over to Dr Hilsinger. “Just sit quietly and you won’t get hurt.”
He fastened the end of the tape to the arm of the chair, and then started winding it around the doctor’s hands.
“This really isn’t necessary,” Dr Hilsinger said. “I won’t …”
“Shut up.” Robert continued to bind the doctor to the chair. The effort had started the rivers of pain flowing again. He looked at the doctor and said quietly, “I’m not going to faint.”
He fainted.
He was floating in space, drifting weightlessly through white clouds, at peace. Wake up. He did not want to wake up. He wanted this wonderful feeling to go on forever. Wake up. Something hard was pressing against his side. Something in his jacket pocket. With his eyes still closed, he reached in and held it in his hand. It was the crystal. He drifted back to sleep.
Robert. It was a woman’s voice, soft and soothing. He was in a lovely green meadow, and the air was filled with music, and there were bright lights in the sky overhead.
It took Robert a moment to find his voice. “Yes … patch it up.”
The doctor poured peroxide into the wound, and Robert started to pass out again. He gritted his teeth. Hang on. We’re almost there. And finally, blessedly, the worst was over. The doctor was strapping a heavy bandage across Robert’s shoulder.
“Give me my jacket,” Robert said.
Dr Hilsinger stared at him. “You can’t go out now. You can’t even walk.”
“Bring me my jacket.” His voice was so weak he could hardly talk. He watched the doctor walk across the room to get his jacket, and there seemed to be two of him.
“You’ve lost a lot of blood,” Dr Hilsinger cautioned. “It would be dangerous for you to leave.”
And more dangerous for me to stay, Robert thought. Carefully, he slipped his jacket on and tried to stand. His legs began to buckle. He grabbed the side of the table.
“You’ll never make it,” Dr Hilsinger warned.
Robert looked up at the blurry figure in front of him. “I’ll make it.”
But he knew that the moment he left, Dr Hilsinger would be on the phone again. Robert’s eyes fell on the spool of heavy surgical tape Dr Hilsinger had used.
“Sit in the chair.” His words were slurred.
“Why? What are you …?”
Robert raised the gun. “Sit down.”
Dr Hilsinger sat. Robert picked up the roll of tape. It was awkward, because he only had the use of one hand. He pulled the end of the wide tape loose and began to unroll it. He moved over to Dr Hilsinger. “Just sit quietly and you won’t get hurt.”
He fastened the end of the tape to the arm of the chair, and then started winding it around the doctor’s hands.
“This really isn’t necessary,” Dr Hilsinger said. “I won’t …”
“Shut up.” Robert continued to bind the doctor to the chair. The effort had started the rivers of pain flowing again. He looked at the doctor and said quietly, “I’m not going to faint.”
He fainted.
He was floating in space, drifting weightlessly through white clouds, at peace. Wake up. He did not want to wake up. He wanted this wonderful feeling to go on forever. Wake up. Something hard was pressing against his side. Something in his jacket pocket. With his eyes still closed, he reached in and held it in his hand. It was the crystal. He drifted back to sleep.
Robert. It was a woman’s voice, soft and soothing. He was in a lovely green meadow, and the air was filled with music, and there were bright lights in the sky overhead.