This is the third part of a fiction serial, in 768 words.
The sound her head made when it hit the tiled floor of the hallway reminded me of dropping a bag of shopping on the pavement when I was a kid. I had less than twenty minutes before the taxi showed up, so moved quickly. Eve had dropped the shoes when I threw her, so I recovered them from the stairs. I walked down and placed one on her left foot, then snapped off the heel of the right shoe and put that and the shoe on the top step.
Her chest was still rising and falling a little, but she was making no noise. Some blood was running out from under her right cheek where her nose had broken on impact, so I stepped over that as I picked up the house phone. After hyperventilating for a few moments, I rang 999 and asked for an ambulance. I sounded concerned enough, but not panicking. They asked me if she was breathing, and I said she was, so they told me to turn her on her side if she was on her back. I said she was already on her side and they said an ambulance would be there in under fifteen minutes.
They actually turned up in around ten minutes, and got to work on her, asking me lots of questions. I pointed to the stairs, and showed one of them the shoe at the top. I told her I had been in the toilet, and come out to find Eve like this, ringing an ambulance immediately. I made sure to mention that she had never owned shoes with such high heels, and that I was sure they had caused the fall. By the time they had finished, she had a neck collar on, an oxygen mask over her face, a drip connected to one arm, and splints on the other arm and one leg, both believed to have been broken by the impact of landing.
The taxi driver rang the doorbell while they were strapping her up, and looked startled at the scene when I opened the door. I apologised to him and said my wife would not be needing the cab after all.
When they got her into the ambulance they said I could go with her, so of course I did. On the way they used the siren, and the vehicle was rocking about all over the place as the driver seemed to be going so fast. The woman in the back kept looking at a machine Eve was connected up to, and trying to give me a reassuring smile. But she didn’t look very convincing. We got to the hospital in less than ten minutes, and nurses and doctors were waiting. One of the nurses took me inside and sat me in a room along the corridor as the rest of them wheeled Eve into the department.
It must have been almost thirty minutes later when a young female doctor came into the small waiting room, looking very serious. “Your wife has gone for a scan. She has a broken arm, and her right femur is broken in her leg. But more worringly, we think she has a skull fracture, a very serious one. I will come back and see you when we know more”. A chubby nurse came in with a plastic cup of tea. “I didn’t think to ask if you wanted sugar, sorry”. I put it under the seat. Tea was the last thing I wanted.
A different nurse came in with a clipboard, and suggested I phone Eve’s parents. I told her that she only had her granny, and she was in an old people’s home. So she asked me a load of questions about Eve, even though I had already told the ambulance people most of the same things.
Another hour went by until a dignified-looking male doctor appeared in the room. “Your wife has sustained a catastrophic fracture of the skull, I’m afraid. We are going to admit her to Intensive Care, but my advice is to prepare yourself for the worst, I’m sorry to say. The surgeons have looked at the scans, and they don’t believe an operation would be possible. Even if they tried, she might never regain consciousness. Do you know if your wife ever expressed a wish to donate any organs?”
Nodding, I told him that she was very enthusiastic about organ donation, and had often said she would hate to be kept alive on a machine. He said he would be back soon.
Forty minutes later, the police turned up to talk to me.
A very wicked husband, indeed. xx Michael
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He has no conscience, Michael.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh, sorry. Have to read again. Sometimes i am missunderstanding some verbs. xx Michael
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No need. You understood. 🙂
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Well it appears our naive Eve is a step away from death (pun intended) and Danny boy is one cold hearted psychopath, how did she not know something was wrong with him? I suppose it’ll be revealed on Pete’s time? I have to say I’m enjoying this way too much, better even then the Tunamen! Hope you’re enjoying the Merlot, Cheers, C
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Glad you are enjoying it.
(They were Sea Otter-People, NOT Tuna-Men!)
Don’t forget that psychos are usually described as ‘charming’, by those who knew them.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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It’s going to b e interesting to see what happens next to Danny…assuming you have many chapters still to come!
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This is a long serial, John. I have yet to explore Danny’s past up to the murder of his wife.
Best wishes, Pete.
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This is good, Pete. I don’t think he’s going to get away this this.
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You may have to re-think that, Jennie. Lots more to come in this serial.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Ooo…I’m excited!
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I do wonder about that taxi. Was that a slip of his?
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Another witness, that’s why he didn’t cancel it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh. I missed the obvious there.
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This sounds like Danny knows the score and exactly what he is doing…I wonder how many skeletons there are in his cupboard? 3 good episodes, Pete …Tweeted for you 🙂 x
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Thanks, Carol. Any skeletons will be revealed!
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Oh I’m sure they will bit by bit.. Smile.. x
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Fully engaged, Pete. Three good editions thus far.
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Thanks very much, Pete.
Best wishes, Pete.
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(1) Overheard:
Fortune Teller: “What do you want to know?”
Eve: “My father died suddenly of a heart attack. Will my death be sudden, too?”
Fortune Teller, “No, my dear. You’ll die one step at a time.”
(2) “Some blood was running out from under her right cheek…” Blood is always in a hurry. It never goes for a casual stroll.
(3) Did you hear the one about the ditzy blonde who dialed 999 while holding her phone upside-down? She had a devil of a time getting any sympathy from the guy who answered the call.
(4) Eve wore 8-inch spike heels in the Garden of Eden. Everyone knows that, of course. But did you know that she was the first woman to color coordinate her outfits? She chose ‘green’ velvet shoes to complement her fig leaf. (Only recently did I stumbled upon this little-known fact.)
(5) Bad citation #1: “One of the nurses took me inside, sat on my lap, and unbuttoned her blouse. ‘Is there anything I can do to take your mind off of Eve’s tragic accident?’ I was unable to answer the question, but I suppose my bulging eyes said yes.”
(6) Bad citation #2: “Later, a chubby nurse came in with a plastic cup of tea. ‘I didn’t think to ask if you wanted some sugar.’ I replied that the other nurse had already given me plenty of sugar, but that since I’m a hopeless sugar junkie, hey, why not?”
(7) Bad citation #3: “A different nurse came in with a clipboard, and asked me a load of questions, starting with one about Eve’s cooking and ending with one about her performance in bed.”
(8) Bad citation #4: “Another hour went by until a dignified-looking male doctor appeared in the room. ‘I hope my nurses are treating you well.’ I told the doctor that I’d already proposed marriage to three of them.”
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One step at a time was good! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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ah, he seems smooth and knows what to do –
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There is a reason he knows, as you will soon discover, Beth. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Until the police showed up I was not sure for whom to root. Warmest regards, Theo
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Just a routine visit by the police, Theo. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh the murder planned so beautifully, it almost looks like this couldn’t have been planned even as I read it.
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It would appear that Danny knows his stuff, Devangi.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I’m wondering from where he gets his stuff…
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That will all be explained. 🙂
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Eagerly waiting for it
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ohh he was not able to kill her and instead in hospital talking to police
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She is not expected to live. The doctor was talking about organ donation.
Best wishes, Pete.
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“That’s why I killed her.” So we know Danny kills Eve. What we don’t know is if this is the time he actually kills her. Maybe it’s like that song, “The Cat Came Back.” If Eve survives this first attempt, how many more will there be? Perhaps Eve has nine lives…
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Consider her dead, David. She has no feline capabilities. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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All caught up, Pete. Wow! This is fantastic! I love the flow. I love how I feel like I’m a fly on the temporal lobe of this guy’s brain.
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Thanks very much, Pam. I’m glad you are enjoying it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Danny is one cool customer….will the police think he’s not upset enough?
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Shock. They will think he’s numb with shock. The upset comes later, but they will be gone by then. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Will the police think it strange if they find his fingerprints on the shoes?
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If they even bother to look, he may well have touched them when his wife showed them to him after returning from the shops. He has no history of hurting his wife, and they have never been called to the house for any domestic disturbance. It will probably be just a formality to inspect the scene.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Just has to hold his nerve with the police. Wonder who called them and why, someone suspects him?
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‘Sudden Death’. Police are informed as it has to be referred to the Coroner for an inquest. Either the ambulance service or hospital staff would have to report it.
I think Danny’s nerve will be good. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Ah right, I thought she was hanging on.
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She has only been put on life support so they can take her organs for donation. Otherwise, she would have died on the trolley.
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Okidoki, got it! 😊
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