Bonnie stared upset at Caroline, when a shadow came over them.
“Can I registrarse you, girls?” Keith asked. Caroline looked up and recognized him. “This is kind of private” she dicho sharp.
Keith raised his hands. “Hey, if this is about bloodsuckers and moonwalkers and wicked witches, I know all about it” he dicho with a wink.
Caroline quickly turned to Bonnie. “You told him?”
“He already knew” Bonnie sighed.
Caroline looked back at Keith. “Well, it’s not about that, but it’s still private”
“No, Caroline, it’s okay. Keith’s the only friend I have in here” Bonnie said. “He can know” She sniffed and dried her eyes. Then she lifted up her chin. “Our best friend is sick. She has blood cancer”
Keith gasped and covered his mouth. “I’m so sorry” he dicho shocked. “That’s terrible. Seriously, if there’s anything I can do…”
“Yeah, not to be rude o anything” Caroline said. “But I don’t think you’ll be of much help, being locked up and all”
“Why can’t tu give her some of your blood?” Keith suggested. “Vampire blood heals”
Caroline shook her head. “It doesn’t work that way. Vampire blood heals cuts and injuries, but no diseases”
“Well, you’re a witch!” Keith exclaimed. Bonnie looked around scared to see if anyone had caught the last word. “I’m sorry” he lowered his voice. “You’re a witch, can’t tu do some juju on her?”
Bonnie heavily shook her head. “No” she said. “No, I told you, they’ve cut me off. I’m powerless”
“So, we’re just going to mope here?” Keith asked.
“Wait” Bonnie said. “I’m not powerless. At least not completely” She looked up at Caroline. “You have a pen and paper?”
Caroline searched through her handbag and gave Bonnie what she asked for. Bonnie quickly scribbled something down and gave the notebook back to Caroline.
“You want me to go get some herbs?” Caroline asked frowning.
“Yes, and when tu have them come straight back to me” Bonnie dicho sharp.
“Okay” Caroline dicho and she dashed away.
“Can I registrarse you, girls?” Keith asked. Caroline looked up and recognized him. “This is kind of private” she dicho sharp.
Keith raised his hands. “Hey, if this is about bloodsuckers and moonwalkers and wicked witches, I know all about it” he dicho with a wink.
Caroline quickly turned to Bonnie. “You told him?”
“He already knew” Bonnie sighed.
Caroline looked back at Keith. “Well, it’s not about that, but it’s still private”
“No, Caroline, it’s okay. Keith’s the only friend I have in here” Bonnie said. “He can know” She sniffed and dried her eyes. Then she lifted up her chin. “Our best friend is sick. She has blood cancer”
Keith gasped and covered his mouth. “I’m so sorry” he dicho shocked. “That’s terrible. Seriously, if there’s anything I can do…”
“Yeah, not to be rude o anything” Caroline said. “But I don’t think you’ll be of much help, being locked up and all”
“Why can’t tu give her some of your blood?” Keith suggested. “Vampire blood heals”
Caroline shook her head. “It doesn’t work that way. Vampire blood heals cuts and injuries, but no diseases”
“Well, you’re a witch!” Keith exclaimed. Bonnie looked around scared to see if anyone had caught the last word. “I’m sorry” he lowered his voice. “You’re a witch, can’t tu do some juju on her?”
Bonnie heavily shook her head. “No” she said. “No, I told you, they’ve cut me off. I’m powerless”
“So, we’re just going to mope here?” Keith asked.
“Wait” Bonnie said. “I’m not powerless. At least not completely” She looked up at Caroline. “You have a pen and paper?”
Caroline searched through her handbag and gave Bonnie what she asked for. Bonnie quickly scribbled something down and gave the notebook back to Caroline.
“You want me to go get some herbs?” Caroline asked frowning.
“Yes, and when tu have them come straight back to me” Bonnie dicho sharp.
“Okay” Caroline dicho and she dashed away.
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 por one.
He leaned against the cold, marble muro 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 por one.
He leaned against the cold, marble muro and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Gerard got inicial from his work. He hung his capa on the rack and walked into the sitting room. He saw Zoey sitting in the couch, escritura something.
“Eh, what are tu doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m escritura 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 segundo later she heard a snap.
“Eh, what are tu doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m escritura 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 segundo later she heard a snap.