Well, here it is, a week after I was stabbed. I am back at the chateau now, Dr. Hunter says I am doing very well, but I still need to be careful and not get too active. So here I sit on the couch in our suite. The cats are running around normally, like nothing happened and they have just come into the room from playing on their play structure. Amazing cats those two. I am still trying to understand this thing about the cats talking, but I know it happens.
Carine comes into the room with some coffee and some of Annelie’s freshly made donuts. I have to be careful how I eat right now, seems I lost part of my stomach, but it is healing nicely. So my diet has been, um, rather not exciting. But today stomach, you are going to enjoy a treat, like it or not. One week. 7 days. No idea who did this. And, I cannot talk now. But why? I was stabbed in the stomach, that should not stop me from talking. Dr. Hunter and the one brain specialist from England cannot figure it out either.
That one specialist stayed on, being curious with my condition. “How are you feeling Bernard?”, asks Carine. I just smile. That lets her know I am feeling okay. I can also use my phone to talk for me as well. But right now I am eating and enjoying every bite. Tomorrow morning it is pancakes! Enough of this liquid diet, I am floating away. Soon Rock arrives with my wheelchair to take me down to the library for a team meeting.
Baldwin would like to put an elevator in this place, but I think it would take away from the charm of this old chateau. In the library everyone is talking about what has happened, trying to figure out who might be behind all of this. There is just no evidence that points to anyone we know. Then I start getting that pain in my head again, I cannot even make a groaning sound. But Kat noticed and asked if I was okay. I motioned it was the pain again.
Then my thoughts went wild for a bit, people, names, an island, getting married, a honeymoon, a storm, then…Kat. I turned to Kat and used my phone to talk. “Who is Lena?”, I ask. “She was your first wife,” said Kat, “she was killed on your honeymoon.” “Did it happen during a storm?”, I ask again. She looks at me, “yes, it did, a woman named Gisela killed her, or one of her men did anyway, on her orders. She and I had a fight, Gisela died. Do you remember this?”
“Yes, I am remembering it quite clearly,” I said, “that is where you and I met, although I think we had met before, but you were trying to kill me before that.” “Yes, that is true,” said Kat smiling, “but seeing you lying there dying made me realize that I loved you. I wonder why you remembered that?” “There is something about Gisela,” I said, “she had a brother.” “Hey, that is correct Bernard,” said Kat, “I had forgotten that, perhaps he is behind all of this, that would make sense. This is the way Gisela would have done things. His name is Gregory, Annelie.”
Soon she was checking on him to see what she might be able to discover. Annelie is quite amazing, her connections help her to find just about anything, and fast. Plus she is also a nurse, which is good for me. She can watch me during the day and Kara later, when she gets back from the clinic. Does this mean my memory is coming back, just a little? Time to go lie down again so Rock takes me back to my room. The girls all go outside for some fighting practice, except for Annelie, she is too busy with her searching right now.
A little while later Kristina comes into the library. “Annelie, can we talk?”, she asks, looking very concerned. “Sure thing Kristina,” she said and laid her laptop aside, “come sit here. What is the problem?” Kristina pulls out a needle and hands it to Annelie. Later all the girls come into the library after their “workout”. Kristina and Annelie pull their guns out right away! “Just stay right there girl!”, Annelie says firmly. “Annelie, what is going on here?”, asks Kat. Kristina shows her the needle, “I found this.” “And now we need your thumb to unlock your phone,” says Annelie. “Do it now!”, says Jennifer angrily. “Forget it!”…
To Be Continued.
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