“Miss Masters?”
Meg looked up and saw Doctor Spencer came her way. She scribbled up.
“Can I talk with Ты for a moment?” he asked and he sounded deadly serious. Meg followed him to an empty room and he waved at a chair. Meg sat down and so did Doctor Spencer.
“We checked Mr. Novak’s blood. The sample I took last week. We couldn’t find anything” Doctor Spencer began. Meg knew there was еще to come, или else he wouldn’t have taken her apart. “However, the lab has examined his blood again after he was brought in last week. And this time they found a small amount of heroin in his blood”
“What?” Meg сказал(-а) breathless.
“Miss Masters, there is a chance that it wasn’t murder” Doctor Spencer continued.
“Are Ты telling me Cas did this to himself?” Meg exclaimed trembling.
“No, the drugs did it” Doctor Spencer explained. “And it wasn’t just drugs. I was in your house. There were empty medicine strips. I think it would be wise to get him some help if he wakes up”
“When he wakes up” Meg snapped at the doctor. She got up from the chair and left the room, just in time to see Heather walk to her.
“I called them. They’re on their way” she said. Meg lifted her hand and slapped her in the face. “What?...”
“How could you?” Meg asked shaking from head to toe. “Heroin? I ask Ты to help him and Ты give him drugs?”
“Meg, I’m sorry. Ты were desperate and I really wanted to help him” Heather tried to defend herself.
“You didn’t seem so concerned when Ты were screwing him” Meg shouted. “You almost killed him! If he dies, it’s on you. I’ll tell the cops what Ты did”
“Please, Meg, we can talk about this” Heather begged. But Meg shook her head. “Get out. I don’t want to see Ты here ever again”
Heather realized there was no room for discussion. “I’m really sorry, Meg” she sobbed, before she turned around and headed for the exit.
Meg looked up and saw Doctor Spencer came her way. She scribbled up.
“Can I talk with Ты for a moment?” he asked and he sounded deadly serious. Meg followed him to an empty room and he waved at a chair. Meg sat down and so did Doctor Spencer.
“We checked Mr. Novak’s blood. The sample I took last week. We couldn’t find anything” Doctor Spencer began. Meg knew there was еще to come, или else he wouldn’t have taken her apart. “However, the lab has examined his blood again after he was brought in last week. And this time they found a small amount of heroin in his blood”
“What?” Meg сказал(-а) breathless.
“Miss Masters, there is a chance that it wasn’t murder” Doctor Spencer continued.
“Are Ты telling me Cas did this to himself?” Meg exclaimed trembling.
“No, the drugs did it” Doctor Spencer explained. “And it wasn’t just drugs. I was in your house. There were empty medicine strips. I think it would be wise to get him some help if he wakes up”
“When he wakes up” Meg snapped at the doctor. She got up from the chair and left the room, just in time to see Heather walk to her.
“I called them. They’re on their way” she said. Meg lifted her hand and slapped her in the face. “What?...”
“How could you?” Meg asked shaking from head to toe. “Heroin? I ask Ты to help him and Ты give him drugs?”
“Meg, I’m sorry. Ты were desperate and I really wanted to help him” Heather tried to defend herself.
“You didn’t seem so concerned when Ты were screwing him” Meg shouted. “You almost killed him! If he dies, it’s on you. I’ll tell the cops what Ты did”
“Please, Meg, we can talk about this” Heather begged. But Meg shook her head. “Get out. I don’t want to see Ты here ever again”
Heather realized there was no room for discussion. “I’m really sorry, Meg” she sobbed, before she turned around and headed for the exit.
Cas stroked his hair and tried to keep his breathing under control. Meg didn’t understand. He needed more. He had lied about the pain being back, but he hadn’t lied about needing another dose. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, suddenly feeling feverish.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one by one.
He leaned against the cold, marble Стена and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one by one.
He leaned against the cold, marble Стена and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Gerard got Главная from his work. He hung his пальто on the rack and walked into the sitting room. He saw Zoey sitting in the couch, Письмо something.
“Eh, what are Ты doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m Письмо a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a секунда later she heard a snap.
“Eh, what are Ты doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m Письмо a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a секунда later she heard a snap.