Barbi had no idea how she had ended up on the floor, but she was sure that was what she was staring at when she finally came to.
Her head was killing her, and her vision was still blurry. It felt like someone had dropped a house on her.
"What the hell?" Rick was standing in the doorway that led into the living room. He was holding a bag of groceries in one hand.
"I... I don't know what happened." Barbi sat up, but suddenly regretted it, a wave of nausia hitting her hard. She lay back down, her hand clutching her stomaching. She was pretty sure that if she moved again she would vomit.
Rick walked over to her, crouching down, putting his hand on her clammy forehead. She didn't like the look in his eyes. It was that 'there's something wrong' look. She didn't want anything to be wrong. She wanted things to get back to normal. No more stabbings, no more arrests, no more time in a small, cement cell with one tiny, barred window.
"How much did you have to drink?" He carefully helped her up onto the couch.
"Nothing. I haven't had a drink since the murder." She closed her eyes, trying to block out the light. "I had some tea, and then... nothing."
"You're kidding, right?" He began to rub her back slowly. "So, then what happened?"
"How the hell should I know." She looked at him, their eyes meeting. "This isn't the first time."
There was a pause. She could see it in his eyes. He was getting it. The first time she had blacked out was when Eve was murdered.
"You couldn't have done anything last night." He patted her knee. "Gio would have heard you."
"He didn't find me in here, did he." She could feel her chest tightening, and the tears were ready to spill out. "What if I did something? What if someone else is dead?"
Rick just shook his head. Then he stood, leaving the room. When he came back he had one of Barbi's jackets in his hand.
"We're getting you to a doctor." He gently placed the jacket over her shoulders. "I want to make sure you're okay. Who knows what you got slipped."
Barbi just nodded. She was starting to feel a little better, and she would feel a thousand times better when she figured out what the hell was happening to her life.
As they got into the car Barbi suddenly felt releaved. She had someone on her side.
No comments:
Post a Comment