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Cuckoo in the Nest – Part 5

“We had to let them bring you here, Sweetheart.” Ben’s loving eyes filled with tears as he spoke. “I couldn’t cope with trying to bring you through the withdrawal alone. Not with Claire in the house.” He dipped his head, so that she could no longer see his eyes. “I’m sorry, love. The hallucinations were making you too unpredictable, but you’re through the worst of it now. You’ll be home soon, I promise.” His hand, covering hers was warm and soft. He rubbed at the back of her hand with his thumb.
Angela had no idea what he was talking about. What withdrawal? Where on earth was she? She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat was too dry for her to do anything more than croak. Her palms were sweaty and she could still smell pop-corn. For some reason the smell was making it hard to think. She tried to rub at her nose, to make it go away, but the restraints meant that she could not lift her arm. Moaning softly she banged her head against the bed. She could feel herself growing tired and she knew that if she did not get another tablet soon thinking was only going to get harder. A single tear slid desolately down her face. As it reached her temples she realised that her hair was damp. Apparently she had been crying for some time.
“You do know that we can’t give you any more tablets, don’t you sweetheart?” Ben’s voice cracked as though his throat was as dry as her own. She looked away from him. She would get more tablets once they released her from this ridiculous bed. The smell of pop-corn was getting stronger, and she looked over to where Violet was sitting, relieved that at least one little girl was able to visit her.
Violet looked at her, smiling and calm as she systematically tore up the paper she was holding. With a shock Angela realised that it was a photograph of little Claire. She gasped, horrified as Violet looked at her, smiling and calm, before baring her teeth in a vicious grimace. At that moment Angela knew she would never touch another one of those awful pills.


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