69 Found her (1/2)
Summersby yelped and pulled the handle of the scalpel with both hands. Laila snatched the IV pole that Summersby had used to submerge. The thing was often used in the last few hours. She got up and screamed in pain. Her damaged back felt as if several knives in the lumbar area were rammed into her.
She brandished the IV stand like a club and slapped it against Summersby's head. With a quiet 'Uff' he tipped unconscious to the side. Laila sank to his knees and began to cough and choke. Her wet hair hung in thick strands before her eyes. Through that curtain, she stared at Summersby hatefully.
His face and hands looked as if they had recently been frozen. His skin was pale red and cracked, where she had come in contact with the murky broth. Laila hurried into the kitchen, she pulled a knife from the cutlery drawer and tore open the door to the broom cupboard. She pulled the cable of the vacuum cleaner out to the stop and cut it off with the knife blade.
She ran to the bathroom. Summersby was still lying motionless on the floor. Laila wrapped him like a mummy in the cable. Then she pulled the blade from his calf. Summersby woke moaning. Laila threw the bloody blade out the door. She went to the sink and drank the cool water from her cupped hands for a long time.
Then she turned on Summersby's back. He squinted up at her with narrowed eyes. Laila stood over his face, legs apart. He blinked up like a mole. Laila looked at him contemptuously. ”Who pisses last ...” Her urine hit his face. He threw his head back and forth. Laila struggled to keep his mouth open. ”... pisses the longest.”
He still threw his head back and forth. Laila's urine flew in large drops from his face. Laila laughed mirthlessly and stepped back. She still smelled his urine on her skin. She turned to the huge shower. Summersby started screaming. ”I'm hurt, I need ...” Laila rolled her eyes annoyed, she had heard that song many times before.
Quickly Laila grabbed a towel. She closed her nose and forced him to open his mouth. She pressed the towel in. She hit him on the forehead. ”Do not worry, I will not let you bleed to death, I still have a lot with you, now be quiet, otherwise I'll cut your eyes out with the scalpel and stuff your mouth with it.” Laila walked to the shower. She had a fabulous idea.
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They took Laila's travel bags together and carried them into the living room. Laila insisted on sleeping on the couch. Ultimately, she could only persuade Dick to give in by plausibly assuring him that the fantastic view through the patio door and the small garden behind the house with the huge fir trees in the background was much more valuable than a real bed. Dick brought pillows, sheets and blanket.
Together, they set up Laila's place to sleep. Every time they touched - and Laila made sure that happened frequently - Dick blushed and stammered stupid stuff. After arranging Laila's bed, Laila pulled into Dicks bathroom. She would have liked to ask him if he would accompany her, but she feared his still-red skull would begin to whistle, like a overheated kettle, and say good-bye to the rest of his body. Maybe a slower one, rather two.
Laila opted for black jeans and a black baby-doll shirt that would fit tightly over the chest and then pop in soft folds. She pulled on a light brown suede jacket with fringes. Dick regarded her elevator doubtfully. ”It's getting too hot in the pub.” Laila let the jacket slip off her shoulders and showed a lot of brown skin.
Dick grinned. ”It's getting hot in the pub now. Do we want to go?” Laila looked doubtfully at her watch. ”It's just 7:00 pm.””The pub is empty at 10:00 pm Most of the guests are farmers or work in the factory, they have to get up early.”