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idioms...sayings understood by native speakers part eighty
Dr. Gomez held up his hand.
"Dr. Clark, the only thing to get rid of barbiturates is time. Romazicon will not work."
"I .. I am sorry." Dr. Clark appeared to be shaken.
"No worries. We stopped it. And, if given, probably would not have hurt the patient. But, you are showing fatigue. I have got this. Go get some rest. I will notify you if anything changes." The hardened Cardiologist put his hand on the older man's shoulder.
"You have done well. Now go get some rest. You look like hell."
Dr. Clark nodded and turned leaving the shock room. He hit his cell to contact his wife.
Katie quickly packed up her most necessary belongings which consisted of four sacks of books, one sack of jeans and tee shirts, along with her toiletries, her beloved laptop, and one used Teddy Bear left behind by Charlie.
Oscar and Millie attended the two "wounded" men, deciding they should go home with them, since no one had heard from the twins. Besides, everyone wanted to go to the cemetery in the morning. Thoughts were clouded over concern of Charlie. It was going to be long wait.
Rick and Carl entered the mansion. Dejuan hit the recorder marking the time to be six in the evening. Deshaun pulled out his nine mil checking the sites and clips.
"Bro, what is with the fire power?"
"I don't know. I just feel better with this handy."
He pulled out his taser, and checked the battery. Going over his arsenal in his head, he took out the six inch switch blade, pulling out his whet stone to hone it.
Dejuan took a deep breath. Just as his lucky feeling made him successful, Deshaun's sense of doom always tended to come in handy. So he, too, followed suit. Just in case they would truly have to do battle. It was always that way. Dejuan, the thinker. Deshaun, the doer. Dejuan, the planner. Deshaun, the instigator. Dejuan, the logical one. Deshaun, the emotional one. Together, they made a great team. People always teased them that they were two sides of the same coin. Rick balanced the sides. Dejuan smiled at the turn of thought. Rick must be the coin that held them together.
Dejuan looked at his brother.
"Bro, I am starting to feel very unlucky."
"No problem, " As he pulled the slide back to set the first bullet, "I' m here." He grabbed the shortwave radio and adjusted it around his ear. "Testing..."
"Okay, I am going to check for an entrance. I think there needs to be someone inside."
"Why don't we try..."
"No time, bro. Besides, the fact is no one is allowed inside but the trusted few, I am going to get that boy outta there." He set his face. Dejuan knew there would be no point in arguing.
"Don't do anything rash, Kay?"
"You know me, Dejuan. Since when do I do anything rash?"
Dejuan's eyebrows went up. He gave a slight laugh. "I think I have lost count."
Deshaun smiled and shrugged.
"Keep listening in." He got out of the van. "Update me every ten minutes about the in-tel, okay?"
Dejuan nodded. Then he remembered something.
"Deshaun? Mother always liked you best."
Deshaun shook his head.
"No, she liked you best."
It was their code. If one of them did not make it, they were to tell themselves that mom wanted that son with her now. It was to console the one left behind... or at least that was their logic.
He held out his knuckles to his brother and as they hit, he pulled back and was gone like a shot.
Stanley looked at the pale girl.
"Do you think we could go some place quiet to talk?"
Jenny nodded. As she stood up, she saw Dr. Clark leaving. She called to him and he turned to talk with her.
"Dr. Clark? This is Mr. Stanley Kutzavich. He is the prosecuting attorney for Sara's case and mine."
"Really?" Dr. Clark inquired, exhaustion hitting him suddenly.
"Um, how is Mrs. Matthews?"
Dr. Clark looked at the man who was fast becoming blurry.
"Dr. Clark?" Stanley and Jenny caught the man as he pitched forward. A nurse saw it and found a gurney.
"So, " Dr. Gomez stood beside the man as he woke up. "You will sleep here until I tell you to wake up." He nodded to the nurse who quickly gave a diphenhydramine injection thru his line.
Dr. Clark managed to say, " I....w i l l b e .. fi..."
As he closed his eyes to sleep, Janice came up and held her husband's hand. She looked up at Dr. Gomez who was a little taken aback by the port wine stain on the woman's left face.
"Thank you, Dr. Gomez. My Sam doesn't know when to quit."
"You are not the famous Janice Clark, are you?"
"Your volunteer network and charitable works are one of the highest in the nation. It was why I came here to Lansing."
"Um, thank you." Janice was very uncomfortable at this praise.
"When all of this is over, I hope that you and your husband will have dinner with me sometime."
"Er, well, we shall see how Sam feels about that."
"Excuse me, I must check on one of Dr. Clark's patients. I cannot have him yell at me over something I might have missed." He chuckled, noting the kind look the woman gave to her husband, realizing that this was one of the few times he had had the privilege of witnessing someone actually in love with their spouse.
Carl and Rick walked along the entry way. They stopped in the main hall and looked around. There was one door closed, that led to one of the smaller ball rooms. The rest were open.
"Might as well." whispered Rick.
Carl smiled and said, "Fine with me."
Rick went to the door and opened it. The expected look of surprise on fhe three men that were in the room failed to show.
"Rick, my boy." The Chairman smiled. "Come in." He looked behind Rick at Carl. "Close the door, Carl."
The man nodded, closing the door and coming right up behind Rick.
"You don't seem surprised to see me, Father."
Carl muttered a quiet, "I'm sorry."
Rick started to turn in surprise, but, then, everything went black.
to be continued.....