1. My Aunt. Chapter 21


    Date: 11/8/2014, Categories: First Time, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    Lord, is there no end to this,” my Aunt said, sitting down heavily in her chair. Phil went straight to Marjory and placed her fingers on her neck, seeking a pulse, any sign of life, but of course, there was none and Bethany took my hand and drew me gently to my feet. I was glad she was here. At that moment I just needed someone to be close to me. I sat beside my Aunt and took her hand. “Are you all right, Aunt Helen?” I asked her. “I will be,” she said. “I have no choice. What about you, are you coping?” I looked up at Bethany who smiled and nodded, an almost imperceptible movement. “Yes,” I said. “I am.” It wasn't very much longer before the police arrived, led by Sergeant Morgan and the rest of the evening was taken up with the removal of Marjory Wallace's body and the taking of brief statements. Full statements could wait until another day when emotions had calmed and minds could think more clearly. There was a moment where everyone was busy except for myself and I sat in silence for a moment just watching. It was then that Philomena appeared beside me and sat down. "I wanted to give you some news about Thomas," she said. "You have been so busy with all this." She made a gesture of sweeping her hand across the scene. "Is he all right?" I asked. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. "No, Victoria, I am afraid he is not," she whispered, putting her hand upon mine. "Is he...?" I was afraid to continue the question. "Oh, no, he is not dead," she answered, "but he has not come ...
    out of his coma. He has not had another fit but Doctor Harris says he needs to go to a proper hospital, so he is sending him to the National in London tomorrow." I was shocked at this news. "But this is a hospital!" I blurted out. Philomena squeezed my hand. "We are here to understand the psychological effects of trench warfare," she began. "Thomas has a physical injury inside his head for which we are not equipped here. The National has the best equipment and the best surgeons. If anyone can make him well, they can." In my heart, I knew she was right but I didn't want to let him go. "Will I see him before he goes?" I asked her. "The ambulance will leave about Nine-thirty tomorrow morning as he is to be on the eleven-fifteen to London but I must warn you, Victoria, he may not know you are there." "I understand," I said. "I cannot let him go without saying goodbye." "No, of course not," she said gently. "That is why I am telling you tonight but you must be there before Nine." "I will be," I assured her. It was dark outside and the dining room was lit only by the dim wall sconces. Once the police had left, Melissa, Sally and Bethany brought hot soapy water and scrubbing brushes to clean the carpet. Aunt Helen stopped them. “Do not worry about that,” she said. “I would rather have the carpet and the table covering replaced, than leave any memory remaining of what happened here today. Put away your buckets and brushes and we will get some rest now.” Bethany looked at me and ...
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