Read Online Sophie Morgan (Book 1): Relative Strangers (A Modern Vampire Story) by Helen Treharne - Free Book Online
Authors: Helen Treharne
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okay? Maggie and the lads will take care of me. I won’t be long, I’m sure. I’ll be back in time for breakfast, and I’ve got my phone with me anyway." I assumed I did anyway, unless it had been stolen in the kerfuffle.
She raised an eyebrow at me, intending something in the fashion of innuendo, but quickly thought better of it. She just nodded her head and gently rubbed her hand on the top of my arm, adding that I should call her if I needed her, and at the very least text her when I knew I’d be on my way back. I kissed her on her cheek before she left, truly appreciative of her concern.
At the lovebirds’ departure, Sean made his own excuses and headed up to the flat above the bar. He looked worn out and I suspected he felt partially to blame for the evening’s events; after all if I hadn’t known about Tracy’s bag being stolen, I would have never taken off after the thieves and ended up being attacked.
Maggie, Mickey and I stayed downstairs in the bar for a little while longer. I sat quietly on the wooden bench, sipping on my tea, while she cashed up and Mickey cleaned down the bar surfaces, all the while both keeping a close eye on me. I rummaged through my small handbag to see if anything was stolen, but there was nothing missing as far as I could tell.
When the assortment of bar tasks was done, Maggie came over to check on me and ask how I was doing. She was relieved that I was getting a bit more colour to my cheeks and commented that I was looking surprisingly rosy. She remarked that when most people have a nasty shock or an injury, they feel disorientated, shaky, and cold – not me apparently. As I looked down at my clothes which were covered in blood, I was surprised I felt so good too. I had a throbbing headache, but given the situation, I felt like I’d got off lightly. It was unsettling.
"Let’s have another look at that gash on your neck then", Maggie said peeling back the dressing she’d applied when I was out sparked out. "It didn't look so bad once I'd washed you down a bit. I just popped some gauze on for you until we decided what to do. You are very a lucky young lady, an inch the other way and you could have bled out you know. As it is, you won’t even need stitches. I knew my old nursing training would come in handy one day."
I wasn’t reassured by her words; they didn’t match the look on her face or the colour that was draining from it, as she peered under the gauze.
"What’s the matter?" I anxiously asked.
No answer.
"Maggie, what is it? How bad is it?” I hate hospitals; please say I don’t need to go to hospital. We’re leaving on Monday; I’ll go to my doctor at home, get some antibiotics or something. Damn it Maggie, will you bloody answer me?
Maggie took a deep breath and pressed the adhesive tape holding the gauze on back into place. "Nothing pet, it’s healing nicely. You just leave that dressing on for a few days and I’m sure it’ll be completely back to normal. Don’t get it wet and don’t take it off. Trust me, it won’t even be there when you get home, and you can forget all about it."
I saw Mickey out of the corner of my eye. He was looking on as he wiped down the bar with a towel and re-stacked the remaining glasses on the shelves between the optics.
Why was she so weird? I would have typically considered it a good thing that an injury heals quickly and, from the level of pain I’d sustained when I got it, it seemed pretty bloody miraculous. I wondered if it was the stress of the whole affair was the cause of her odd behaviour. She’d seemed so together earlier in the evening, but then again, it was all very surreal. She was allowed to be in shock and feel disorientated just as much as Mickey or I. I must have looked pretty beaten up when Mickey had brought me in – a lot of blood before she’d washed me down and dressed my wounds. There had to have been because I could feel remnants of it caked along my hairline.
When I felt fit enough, I
She raised an eyebrow at me, intending something in the fashion of innuendo, but quickly thought better of it. She just nodded her head and gently rubbed her hand on the top of my arm, adding that I should call her if I needed her, and at the very least text her when I knew I’d be on my way back. I kissed her on her cheek before she left, truly appreciative of her concern.
At the lovebirds’ departure, Sean made his own excuses and headed up to the flat above the bar. He looked worn out and I suspected he felt partially to blame for the evening’s events; after all if I hadn’t known about Tracy’s bag being stolen, I would have never taken off after the thieves and ended up being attacked.
Maggie, Mickey and I stayed downstairs in the bar for a little while longer. I sat quietly on the wooden bench, sipping on my tea, while she cashed up and Mickey cleaned down the bar surfaces, all the while both keeping a close eye on me. I rummaged through my small handbag to see if anything was stolen, but there was nothing missing as far as I could tell.
When the assortment of bar tasks was done, Maggie came over to check on me and ask how I was doing. She was relieved that I was getting a bit more colour to my cheeks and commented that I was looking surprisingly rosy. She remarked that when most people have a nasty shock or an injury, they feel disorientated, shaky, and cold – not me apparently. As I looked down at my clothes which were covered in blood, I was surprised I felt so good too. I had a throbbing headache, but given the situation, I felt like I’d got off lightly. It was unsettling.
"Let’s have another look at that gash on your neck then", Maggie said peeling back the dressing she’d applied when I was out sparked out. "It didn't look so bad once I'd washed you down a bit. I just popped some gauze on for you until we decided what to do. You are very a lucky young lady, an inch the other way and you could have bled out you know. As it is, you won’t even need stitches. I knew my old nursing training would come in handy one day."
I wasn’t reassured by her words; they didn’t match the look on her face or the colour that was draining from it, as she peered under the gauze.
"What’s the matter?" I anxiously asked.
No answer.
"Maggie, what is it? How bad is it?” I hate hospitals; please say I don’t need to go to hospital. We’re leaving on Monday; I’ll go to my doctor at home, get some antibiotics or something. Damn it Maggie, will you bloody answer me?
Maggie took a deep breath and pressed the adhesive tape holding the gauze on back into place. "Nothing pet, it’s healing nicely. You just leave that dressing on for a few days and I’m sure it’ll be completely back to normal. Don’t get it wet and don’t take it off. Trust me, it won’t even be there when you get home, and you can forget all about it."
I saw Mickey out of the corner of my eye. He was looking on as he wiped down the bar with a towel and re-stacked the remaining glasses on the shelves between the optics.
Why was she so weird? I would have typically considered it a good thing that an injury heals quickly and, from the level of pain I’d sustained when I got it, it seemed pretty bloody miraculous. I wondered if it was the stress of the whole affair was the cause of her odd behaviour. She’d seemed so together earlier in the evening, but then again, it was all very surreal. She was allowed to be in shock and feel disorientated just as much as Mickey or I. I must have looked pretty beaten up when Mickey had brought me in – a lot of blood before she’d washed me down and dressed my wounds. There had to have been because I could feel remnants of it caked along my hairline.
When I felt fit enough, I
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