Bloody Weekend

Chapter 8

Mrs White is better than all of them. He remembered that Saturday was an unlucky day for him. Mrs White's treatment, which was initially smooth, suddenly deteriorated. His blood pressure's up, his breathing's tight. Mrs White lay weakly while smiling mockingly at him.

"You consider me a guinea pig. You made me try that drug."

"Sorry Mrs White, we're just trying to cure your illness."

"You mean trying your skills?"

The old woman smiled.

"Could only. Please continue with the doctor. I am sure that there should be someone trying it for the first time as well. When I was young, I asked to get a tattoo. Not so hard, well it feels weird. But you can do another experiment on me. I'm strong."

"You feel short of breath ?"

He held the old woman's skinny arm. And gave a sedative injection to the woman who began to gasp the sting.

"Yes right. I have trouble breathing. The result was not as expected. "

Peter said in a clenched voice

"You're so great."

"I want to heal the doctor. My grandfather died at 98 years old. My father died at 90 years old. We are a long-lived family. "

Peter finally left the old waita's nursery. He was convinced that the drug would work. Where is his mistake ? Why aggravate his condition ?

Maybe he was too confident. Convinced to his return that he must have succeeded. But the result is the opposite.

Sitting in the canteen of St. Carolina Hospital. He was so bored. Also upset and annoyed with his work in the hospital. Then he remembered Graciela.

It is not his nature that he remembers. But her beauty, red lips and sexy. Smooth and clear white skin . His living spirit that erupted frenziedly like a blaze. Also scented his body.

And he's headed straight for Graciela's house. He called briefly to his house. Told his wife that he had to meet outside. He immediately drove his car to Graciela's apartment and studio. He opened the door without pressing the bell. He hugged her tightly, one thing they never did during the relationship.

Graciela was surprised she immediately let go of Peter's embrace then made her a cup of coffee. While walking down the street in her apartment Graciela asked Peter. Did Peter come from the hospital here ?

Peter doesn't want to talk about the hospital. He's fed up. He wants to spend time with Graciela and forget everything about the hospital.

Finally answered questions Graciela questions in tell him about the failed treatment. Mrs White's life spirit is incredible. Then while eagerly expressed his theory theory and other technical explanations.

"So we have to get the results."

Graciela quickly cut her off.

"I know the result has to be positive. Forward."

"How do you know the results have to be positive?" Ask Peter

"I've read it in books ...."

"What book ?"

Graciela took the book out of her closet. Peter looked bad.

Graciela said quickly

"I just read to see what terms you use often. So I'm not gonna have you explain everything to me. Keep going."

"alright. Just so you remember that Armstrong's essay is not good. He doesn't really understand."

Is ended up spending an hour recounting the possible theories of medicine. Analysis according to him. Even he had almost forgotten that Graciela was there.

Peter's confidence has now recovered. His theory is correct. Just his execution. He only needed to test a few to prevent his symptoms.

After spending an hour arriving he felt himself tired. He'll continue tomorrow, he'll call Bob. Ask him to prepare the medicine. Analyze it in the lab and mix it up.

He threw his body on the bed. He sleeps like a dead man.

When he woke up, the clock was seven in the morning. The morning sun came in through the window of Graciela's apartment. He smiled seeing Graciela preparing tea for him.

"It doesn't exactly fit into the original plan."

"meaning?"

"If you are interested in it. I can lend you good material "

"I'm sorry but no thanks. I'm not interested in that."

"You don't read Armstrong anymore. He's a fraud."

Graciela laughed out loud. Peter did not understand why Graciela was amused.

But it was precisely that kind of thing that made him happy. As it stands, Graciela laughed only because Peter denounced Armstrong's book.

He's not used to it. Natasha always faced him with a very serious attitude. Karen was just selfish. Graciela was happy to taunt Peter. Pay attention to her, keep her distance.

Peter does not want Graciela to keep her distance. He just wanted Graciela to think about him. Only him.

"That's not what I hate about Natasha "he thought to himself.

He feels confused. It seems like he can't think of what he really wants.

I want to go home. The sentence kept turning around in his head.

I think in two hours he's leaving for The Blossom. Leaving the London crowd. Leaving a sick woman. Hospitals. Medications. He will see orange and red leaves falling in the yard. Smell of leaves on the burn.

Unfortunately yesterday his hand was sprained so he could not drive the car. Forced to ask Graciela to drive her car . He breathed out violently. Natasha has never been able to drive her car. Every time she had to turn right Natasha must have passed her. So it has to rotate far away. Or when he was driving his focus car would be distracted if Peter spoke.

So he had to try not to say anything to Natasha so that she could keep driving well. Because based on his experience of mibggu then, when he spoke Natasha immediately nervous and almost just broke through the red light.

It's strange that no one can teach Natasha how to drive properly and correctly not even Graciela .

Once upon a time he asked Graciela to teach Natasha the hope that she would be able to. Because according to him Graciela will be more patient with Natasha than he who always feels annoyed.

Peter sometimes felt embarrassed because he was easily angry. Poor Natasha. But Peter never tried to fix it. Once upon a time Natasha asked him