Chapter 11: Chapter 11

She ran over to where Clinton was hoping he was not dead yet. She felt his pulse in fear, hoping she was not late.

Clinton's pulse was faint. If he is not administered medications soon enough would surely die.

Elizabeth scrambled on her feet confused on what to do. Which drugs is she to give him? She has not even a slightest idea on what was injected into him to be able to counter it.

Her eyes caught something that lay carelessly on the floor. A small empty bottle. She rushed to it and discovered it was exactly from the bottle that the leader of the masked men drew the content of what he emptied into Clinton's body.

"Paralysis," she read the label of the bottle out loud. Then beside the paralysis an eye and a leg was drawn. She didn't understand that. She looked at Clinton on the floor who started again to struggle for his life. She was so scared and didn't know what to do. If she didn't do anything in the next minute, Clinton would most probably be dead.

She thought of calling Chief Smith and his wife and rushed to the telephone stand but it was destroyed by the masked men to prevent any form of communication. And there was no way she could reach anyone outside. The men made sure any form of communication was destroyed when they ransacked the entire house.

She rushed back to Clinton still thinking of what to do. She remembered her small phone,no one had any idea she had it because she hid it from everyone as it was against the rules of the house to own a mobile phone except approved by Karen or Mrs Smith. Only Karen used one.

She rushed to the maids quarters and took it out from where she hid it. She was lucky the masked men didn't see it while they were searching.

She immediately dialed the Smith's family doctor whom she has known for sometime due to his liking for her each time he visited the Smith family. Good thing she still has his number.

"Hello? Doc please I need your help please it's urgent…" she said to the doctor at the other end.

Then she explained everything to the doctor who told her to administer a drug that would wash off at least some of the contents of what was administered to Clinton before he arrived.

Elizabeth luckily possessed a drug of that nature. She once bought it for Mrs Elizabeth who blasted her that day saying that wasn't what she asked her to buy. She has taken the drug and kept with her not knowing it would come in handy a day like this.

She took it quickly and forced some inside Clinton's mouth. She also took a syringe and injected some into his veins.

"God, I hope I'm not making a mistake," Elizabeth panicked when Clinton began to jerk nonstop while foam escaped his mouth. She stood away from him in fear of what would happen next.

He jerked for a while and stopped going completely silent. Elizabeth's mouth went agape in shock.

Is he dead? She took out her phone and dialed the doctor again. He told her he was nearby and should hold on a little more.

Elizabeth felt Clinton's pulse again and alas she felt nothing. His body was cold and that shows nothing but the sign that he is dead. He must be dead and all her effort wasted. Her face dropped in sadness as she wanted to call the doctor to not bother coming since Clinton is already dead.

Tears dropped from her eyes as she felt pity for him. Who would have thought he would go like this.

She thought of the argument he had with his parents that morning on how he refused to join them to travel. If he had known, he probably wouldn't have stayed back. He would have followed his parents and he would not be dead by now but his stubbornness and arrogance blocked his eyes and ears from perceiving his own death hovering all over him.

That moment the doctor barged into the room. "Where's he?" he asked, rushing over to where Elizabeth stood dejected.

Elizabeth shook her head pitifully and pointed where Clinton lay, "He is dead. No need to stress yourself anymore. Thank…"

She was still talking when the doctor rushed to Clinton. He pressed his hands hard on his chest. More whitish foam escaped Clinton's mouth. He then took out his stethoscope and listened to his heartbeat. After that, he took out a syringe from his tool bag and injected something into his body.

He stood up and approached Elizabeth. "Where's the bottle you told me?"

Elizabeth handed the bottle over to him, "He's dead right? I tried my best but I...I..just couldn't save him...I...I..thought…"

"It's okay. Don't blame yourself. You did your best when you ain't even a doctor or responsible for him," the doctor consoled her.

Tears were pouring from Elizabeth's face now. One would think the person dead is closest to her. Even she couldn't understand why his death was hurting her more than anyone else. Maybe it is just because she has human empathy inside her and hates unjust death. Or maybe because he is still her boss even though he hates her.

"He is not dead," the doctor said, seeing how Elizabeth cried.

Elizabeth's ear opened wide immediately she heard that. "What do you mean he is not dead? He is not breathing and his body is so cold. Doc please don't play with something like that," Elizabeth scolded the doctor.

"I mean it. He is just in a deep sleep and would wake after Fifteen hours or so."

Elizabeth was now facing him. She gave him a look that read, 'you better no be making expensive jokes or I will kill'

The doctor raised his hands in the air in surrender to Elizabeth's deadly look.

"Don't kill me ma'am but I'm being serious. You can go feel his pulse again. And this," he said pointing to the bottle of drug Elizabeth gave him.

"This 'paralysis' is supposed to render him paralyzed in his eyes and legs precisely. Good thing you administered the drug I asked you to because even though it didn't completely wipe it off, it did a good job before I could get here. And I have administered a better one to him now. It is going to flush the contents down while he sleeps for a few hours…"

He was still talking when Elizabeth ran over to Clinton and felt his pulse again. This time, she felt it right but it was weak. At least he isn't dead yet. She heaved out with relief.

"Thank you doctor," she said excitedly to the doctor.

"Well, there's still a lot to do for him because this drug is a strong one and since it stayed in his system for more than five minutes, there are chances that he might develop partial blindness and partial paralysis of legs…"

"Blindness? Paralysis?" Elizabeth asked, hoping there isn't more bad news to come.

"Errrm, yes, but I can't be fully sure until I examine him when he wakes up. So just be calm and pray for him. He will make it." The doctor assured her.

Elizabeth looked on in bewilderment.

"I would speak to his parents…"

"Other than them, you can't tell anyone he is alive. There are people after his life and they can't know he is alive for now until his parents are back to watch him. There are no security guys around, I'm sure those people would come back if they find out he didn't die."

The doctor agreed with her and left promising to come check on Clinton by evening. He should have woken up by then.