Page 32 of Stalking Margery


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MARGERY

Beep. Beep. Beep.

What was that noise? Why was it so constant?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

It almost sounded like a machine from a hospital, but that couldn’t be. Could it?

She took a deep breath in and froze. Bleach. That was the first thing she smelled. She never used bleach at work or at her house. Where was she? The beeping got louder and faster as she started to panic.

Why was it going faster?

Margery rolled her head to the left side and opened her eyes. Machines. Bags.

Shewasin the hospital.

But why? How did she get there? What was wrong with her? Why was there a heart monitor attached to her or an IV in her arm?

“Good afternoon. I’m glad to see you finally awake,” a lady said kindly as she walked through the door.

“Whe—” Margery cleared her throat. “Where am I?”

“You’re in the hospital, sweetie.”

She shook her head. “Why am I here? How did I get here? What happened?”

“You’re okay. Why don’t you take some deep breaths as I explain things.”

“Please.”

Margery didn’t like not being in the know. Especially when it came to her health and where she was. The last thing Margery remembered was Ethan doing something to her neck and her passing out.

What happened after? Had someone found her before Ethan could take her away?

Her breathing picked up. Was Ethan close by? Was he going to make it seem like he was a hero so people wouldn’t suspect him?

“Ma’am,” the nurse said. “If you don’t calm down, I’m going to have to give you something.”

Margery closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She didn’t want to be sedated, not when she didn’t know the answers to her questions.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. “Please, continue.”

She didn’t know how much longer she could keep her emotions in check. The past several weeks, maybe even over a month or two, had been stressful. The constant worry about who was stalking her and how they kept getting into her house.

It was starting to take a toll on her.

“A man brought you in. Said he heard you scream and found you passed out on a floor and a man dead,” the nurse explained.

Margery wanted to ask what the man looked like, but she didn’t want to ask too many questions for the nurse to get suspicious. If Ethan killed had Max, what was stopping him from killing anyone she talked to?

“Is he still here?” she whispered.

“No, he just dropped you off.”

“How long have I been here for?”

“Over twelve hours. You were here before I got on shift, and I’m about to get off.”

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