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Matthew asked the staff at the nurses’ station where he might find Kinsley. The nurse pointed out the
cubical at the end. He made his way over to the section where he found Kinsley lying in a bed hooked
up to machines. She was still out of it. Matthew pulled the hospital curtain closed, cutting them off from
sight. He walked over to the bedside and looked down at his brother’s fiancée.
Even though he had seeded in disposing of the child that threatened his throne, he still had to deal
with Kinsley. He could not afford to allow her to wake up and tell his parents he had thrown her down
the stairs. He had diplomatic immunity, so he was not worried about Americanw enforcement.
However, his father might have him ceased and flown back to Kustium, where he would likely stand
trial for attempted murder and treason. He was not going to put to death because Nichs’ little pet
whore did not break her neck when she fell.
“Oh, Kinsley, you have be a rather annoying thorn in my side,” he whispered as he pulled back a
part of the curtain between the cubical to see if anyone was in the next bed. Seeing it was empty, he
picked up the pillow and let the curtain fall shut. He stood next to the bed and held the edges of the
pillow in both hands. “Time to put you out of my misery.”
Matthew ced the pillow firmly over Kinsley’s face. Smothering her nose and mouth, cutting off her
air.
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Kinsley’s eyes opened when she felt something cover her face. Someone had ced a pillow over her
face. She jerked with panic when she could not breathe. Kinsley thrashed around her legs, kicking, her
arms iling. She was trying to get the pillow off her, but she could not budge it. She struck her attacker
with her casted arm. The pain was great, but she had to fend him off before he killed her. Her good
hand was wing at him. She tried pushing the attacker away and scratching his hand and forearms.
“Son of a bitch!” she heard him swear when she scratched him. She knew she had hurt him, but he
refused to let up. Kinsley could hear the machines she was hooked up to beeping. The more panicked
she became, the faster the beeping became until it set off an rm. “Shit!” He knew he was in trouble.
Kinsley could hear the hospital staffe running and a woman screaming for security.
Her attacker dropped the pillow, and Kinsley pushed it off her face in time to see Matthew bust past
security and make a run for it. The guards chased after him, and two nurses rushed to her bed,
checking Kinsley’s vitals and making sure there was no serious damage done.
Her arm throbbed, and the cast had broken from hitting Matthew with it. Her oxygen levels improved,
and her pulse slowed to normal once more. The nurse told Kinsley they would remove the broken cast,
x-ray the arm again to be sure she did not do more damage, and then recast it.
As the nurse was removing the broken cast, security returned to her bedside, telling her that Matthew
had gotten away. They were calling the police and would post a guard next to her cubical in case
Matthew decided toe back and make another attempt. Kinsley asked the guards to go upstairs and
see if they could find Nichs’ family and let them know where she was, what happened, and that she
was going to be ok. They had to be worried, and she wanted to tell them about Matthew before they
found out through the police.
Within thirty minutes, Naya and Samuel arrived at her bedside. Naya was in tears, and she walked right
up to Kinsley and hugged her, sobbing about how sorry she was that Kinsley had been wounded at the
hands of her son. “Oh, child, I am so sorry. I had no idea what he was up to.”
“Where is he?” Samuel demanded.
“Security said he got away,” Kinsley told him.
“When we find him, he will pay,” Samuel shook his head with anger. “I am willing to bet Matthew is
behind Nichs’ poisoning. He was trying to eliminate thepetition for the throne,” Samuel sighed
heavily, rubbing his hands over his face as he took a seat on a stic chair the nurse had brought in for
visitors. “I have no heir. Matthewmitted treason. Nichs is going to die, and the baby will never
be.”
Kinsley sat up a little straighter at that. “What do you mean the baby will never be?” Kinsley asked as
the Nurse who was casting her arm seemed to tense up.
“Has no one told you?” Naya asked.
“Told me what?”
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They all looked at the nurse. “It is not my ce to say. The doctors are the ones that gives out new.”
“Tell me now!” Kinsley barked.
The nurse offered her a sympathetic smile. “I am sorry when you were found you were hemorrhaging.
Test show that when you fell down the stairs, you triggered a miscarriage. I am sorry the baby is gone.”
Kinsley could not breathe. She felt the sting of tears in her eyes. Though she had only known about the
baby for a brief time, it still felt like she was dying on the inside. Matthew might have failed in his
attempt on her life, but he had seeded in removing her child from his way. She hoped the police
caught up to Matthew and that he would be killed while trying to escape. Kinsley had disliked a lot of
people, but for the first time in her life, she actually hated someone.
Kinsley closed her eyes, trying not to break down. She opened her eyes and looked at Naya. “Has
Nichs woken up yet?”
“No,” Naya told her. “But if it is ok with the doctor, once your arm is taken care of, we will get you a
wheelchair, and you cane upstairs and be at his bedside.
It was another hour before she was cleared to leave. The nurse helped Kinsley into a wheelchair, and
Samuel took control of steering her chair. An orderly offered to push Kinsley so that the King did not
have to lower himself, but Samuel insisted he would do it, saying it was the least he could do after his
son had wronged her so grievously.
When they reached Nichs’ room, Samuel parked her chair next to the bed so she could hold his
hand with her good one. Shortly after, Dr. Horton arrived, having heard the news about the attempt on
Kinsley’s life. Samuel informed Dr. Horton about Matthew, and then the conversation turned to
Nichs’ possible recovery. Now that they knew why Nichs was so ill, they wanted to know if there
was anything the medical staff could do to help him.
“Well, now that we know what the problem is, there are a few things we can try,” Dr. Horton said. “First
of all, we beef up the guards on this door, make sure he has no further expositor to the poison. We will
give him something for his heart to help prevent it from failing due to the damage. We will put him on a
constant mineral supplement drip. That will help prevent the risk of a potentially fatal heart arrhythmia.
We will run some tests and see what kind of kidney function he has. He may eventually require a
transnt…
“As of a more immediate course of action, Nichs is going to require a blood transfusion. We need to
remove the tainted blood and introduce healthy blood. We can try chtion therapy also. That is where
we introduce drugs like Dimercaptosinic Acid and Dimercaprol, which helps by isting the arsenic
in his blood from the blood proteins. Another option is bowel irrigation. We introduce a special solution
into the gastrointestinal tract, flushing out the contents of the system. The irrigation removes traces of
arsenic and prevents it from being further absorbed into the body.”
Dr. Horton went quiet for a moment.
“None of this is a definite cure. Considering the levels of arsenic in his system and the length of time he
was being poisoned, a lot of the damage is already done. There is a very real possibility that nothing
will help, and he dies anyway. Given his alreadypromised immune system, I’d say he has maybe a
30% chance of surviving this. You should prepare yourself, say your goodbye; he might not be with us
much longer.”
Kinsley looked up to see the pain in Samuel’s eyes as his wife sobbed in the chair next to her. Samuel
took a calming breath and then looked at Dr. Horton. “You do what you must,” Dr. Horton agreed and
left the room to ry treatment orders to his staff.