What are you doing, your husband is dying

His grey eyes lock on me and I see a question there. “What is that all over your face?” he asks, voice growing stronger with every word, and I know it’s working. I hold up the mirror and he looks at himself. His eyes widen and he takes a deep breath. “How did you get past security?” he asks, taking a moment to do some deep breathing to slow his heart rate. I shrug. “I don’t know, they just let me go past.” He sits up slowly. “Okay, well I think we’re safe for now. And since I’m not going to be a sacrifice, we have some time.” “Yes,” I say, pulling myself up onto the bed. “Hey, I think we’re safe for now,” he says, wincing in pain as he scoots over to the side of the bed. “But we shouldn’t take any chances. Come closer.” “Okay,” I say, crawling farther onto the bed. He winces and takes a deep breath as I sit down next to him. “My head is killing me,” he says, looking at me. “Well you haven’t eaten or drunk anything in awhile,” I say, pulling out a bottle of water and unscrewing it for him. He takes a long drink of water, finishing the bottle before he’s satisfied. “Thank you,” he says, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “Anytime,” I say, pulling out the sandwiches. He looks at them and smiles, opening them and taking a bite. He chews then swallows before pulling me into a kiss. “Thanks for getting me out of there,” he says, pulling back. “No problem,” I say, smiling back at him. “Can you tell me what’s going on? And what has happened?” He leans back then takes another bite of his sandwich. “I was working on a project, to make a cure for this virus that’s going around,” he says. “But some people wanted a different outcome for the virus. And it wasn’t a cure.” He looks at me. “When I wouldn’t give them a different outcome, they took me.” “They were going to sacrifice you?” I ask. He nods. “I was surprised that you were a sacrifice. But I’m glad that you got out of there.” I smile and take his hand. “I’m glad that I did,” I say. He looks at me. “What did you put on your face?” he asks. Wine and blood, I think, not saying it out loud. “Wine.” He raises an eyebrow. “Wine? You were able to get through security with wine all over your face?” I shrug. “I guess so.” He chuckles. “Well, I’m glad you were.” “Me too,” I say, smiling. “What time is it?” he asks. I pull out my phone. “Midnight.” He sighs. “I wish we could have stayed here for a little longer.” “They will find us when they realize you’re gone.” “Yeah,” he says, standing up. “Let’s go.” I stand up and we make our way to the door. He turns to me then pulls me into another kiss, his tongue going into my mouth. He pulls back then and smiles at me. “Alright, let’s go.” I nod and follow him out of the room. He leads me down some stairs and to a door. “My car is out here,” he says as he opens the door and we both go out. I look around as he leads me to his car. We get in and he starts it, pulling out of the parking lot. “Where are we going?” I ask. “To somewhere safe. Don’t worry.” I nod and sit back, closing my eyes. I wake up as the car stops. I groggily open my eyes and look around. We’re inside a garage and I see that there’s a door to the side, which my husband gets out of the car and opens then beckons me through. He follows me then closes the door, which I realize locks when I turn around to go back to the car. I turn back to him. “Where are we?” “A safe house,” he says, smiling as he puts his arm around me. “We’re safe now.” I smile and he leads me deeper into the house. I see that it’s a nice house that is pretty big. There’s a living room and a kitchen. “Is this your house?” I ask. “Yeah,” he says. “I bought it a while ago, thinking that it could be a safe house if I ever needed one. I’m glad that I did.” I nod in agreement. We stop walking at a staircase. “Are you tired?” he asks. I think for a moment before nodding. “Alright, well there’s a bedroom up there if you want to go to sleep.” “Okay,” I say and head up the stairs to go to sleep. I look around and see a door. I assume it’s the bedroom so I open it and go inside. I see a bed and a closet. There’s a bathroom with a bathtub and a shower. I take a shower then get into bed and fall asleep. I wake up at two thirty and turn on the TV. After flicking through the channels for a while, I realize that my husband is gone. I turn off the TV, get out of bed, and head back downstairs. He’s not in the living room or the kitchen. So I open the garage and go out. His car is gone. I go back inside and look around. I see a piece of paper on the counter and pick it up. Hey, I had to go out. I’ll be back soon. -Your husband I set the paper back on the counter and leave the kitchen. I go upstairs and check every room. There’s three other bedrooms, a bathroom, and a room filled with guns. I take a few then go back downstairs. It’s been about two hours since I couldn’t find my husband. So I sit down in the living room and wait. I wait for a few more hours but he doesn’t come back. “Where are you?” I say out loud. I stand up and head back upstairs. I go into the room filled with guns and realize that I’ve never actually shot a gun. “It can’t be that hard,” I say, taking one and holding it up. I aim it at a wall, hoping it doesn’t go through and shoot anything on the other side. I pull the trigger, jumping as the gun goes off. “Holy crap,” I say, lowering the gun. I aim again at the wall and pull the trigger. The gun goes off again but I’m not surprised this time. I realize that I don’t have any more bullets, so I put it back where I found it and take another one. I aim at the wall and pull the trigger. The gun goes off and I jump. “Damn,” I say, lowering the gun. I try a few more times but every time the gun goes off I jump. I stop then and realize I’m really hungry. I haven’t eaten in awhile and I’m starting to feel sick. I put the gun back and head downstairs. I look around the kitchen and find a fridge. Inside I see a bunch of food, but I’m still confused on how to cook it. I pull out a frozen pizza and a pre-cooked chicken. I put the pizza in the oven and heat up the chicken in the microwave. I take the chicken out of the microwave and the pizza out of the oven. I see silverware drawers and realize that there is probably a fork in it. I look through the drawers, finding a fork. I sit down and eat my chicken and pizza. I realize I’m thirsty and remember the bottles of wine that I found in the fridge. I grab one as well as the bottle opener that was next to it. I open the bottle, finding that the opener works as a cork screw. I take a long drink of the wine before grabbing the chicken and pizza and heading upstairs. I head to the room where I first slept and sit on the bed. I eat my chicken and pizza slowly while finishing a whole bottle of wine. After my bottle of wine is empty, I lie down on the bed and fall asleep. I wake up to the sound of my name. “Hello?” I say groggily. “Could you come downstairs?” I hear. I groggily get up and head downstairs. I see a man standing in the kitchen, a bottle of wine in his hand. “Hello,” he says. “Hi,” I say, rubber growing thicker in my mouth. “I see you found the wine,” he says. I nod. “Yeah, I was hungry so I made some chicken and pizza and wanted a drink to go along with it.” “They go well together?” he asks, smiling. I nod. “Yeah, they do.” He holds up the bottle of wine. “I was going to drink this one. Do you want to join me?” “Yeah,” I say, smiling. “Good,” he says, smiling. “I’ll open it. Do you have a preference on what type of wine you drink?” “No,” I say. “Well, I have merlot, cabernet sauvignon, and pinot grigio.” I think for a moment before answering. “Father likes pinot grigio.” He chuckles. “Well, I guess I’m buying pinot grigio then.” He turns his back to me as he opens the bottle. I realize that I have a knife in my hand. I walk up slowly behind him and cut his throat. He falls to the ground, bleeding into a pool. “Father is happy,” I say, smiling. The next

What are you doing, your husband is dying

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