Steele Coveted part 14
This room was much better. The window looked over a grassy area and there was a T.V. If he was going to be stuck at a hospital at least he could watch old movies and look out at something rather than other buildings.
He began to wonder about Laura. She was not like the usual women who primped for hours; it didn’t take any work for her to look good. She was naturally exquisite. Where was she?
He reached for the phone and dialed only to hear it ring incessantly. He put it down perplexed and dialed the Limo, the same thing happened. He dialed again.
“Mildred? Is Laura with you?”
“Haven’t seen her since I dropped off your stuff, guess your feeling better then eh chief?” Mildred asked.
“Yes. Will you go to the penthouse? See if she’s there?”
“Sure thing, is everything ok?”
“I don’t know.” He finished.
Remington wanted to tear out of the hospital, but if Laura came in and saw him he would be in deep water. He sat anxiously waiting for Mildred’s call.
“Blasted remote control,” he said hitting the channel button for the fifth time before it worked. Every struggle became exaggerated as he fought against his will to stay in the bed. He was slamming things around with loud sighs and growls of aggravation
It seemed an eternity as he sat watching King Kong waiting and for the phone to ring. He tapped and fidgeted and narrated every scene before it happened.
Finally Mildred called.
“She’s not here boss. I just found one of your notes on the floor in the bathroom, and the closet light was on.”
“Note? What note?”
“Actually, I didn’t read it, it was just like the one with the roses so…”
“Roses!?” he asked with more alarm in his voice.
“Yes the ones you sent to the office. I believe the note said ‘you get prettier all the time.’ Something like that”
“Pretty!? Laura’s not pretty! Laura is walking beauty, pretty does not cover it, and I would never say that! She’s exquisite. Mildred what’s happened? Come and get me out of here!”
“Oh, Chief, your not going to like this,”
“What Mildred!”
Mildred read the crumpled note. “‘Soon, we will be together, just like we have always dreamed, and you won’t have to worry about him anymore, my sweetheart.’ Oh Chief! I’m on my way.” Mildred exclaimed.
Remington hung up the telephone sprang from the bed and began pacing.
Eunice came in to the room. “Mr. Steele! You need to lie down. You are not supposed to be active.”
Remington realized that his leaving would have to be a cleverly executed escape.
“Oh, yes.” He said crawling back into bed and hiding the dread that had taken up residence in his heart.
He felt as if something were going to explode inside of him as he sat and Eunice buzzed around the room replacing used cups and fluffing his pillows. He had never felt this kind of rage before. He had never wanted to inflict pain on someone as he wished to inflict pain on whoever had Laura. The feeling boiled within him, every muscle in his body tensed and the veins at his temples began to protrude.
**
Mildred Drove quickly toward the hospital, her mind overrun with concern for both of ‘the kids’.
Soon she arrived abandoning her car in the drop off zone.
After making it past the nurses, confused that he had moved, she sprung into the room.
“Mr. Steele! I am so worried.” She said running to his bed.
She took one look at him and understood what he was feeling. His skin had taken on a reddish tinge and his jaw was firmly set.
He spoke lowly. “It’s going to be a little harder to get out of here than I thought. You will need to distract the nurse so she does not come in while I climb out the window.”
“Is that wise?” Mildred asked.
“Since when do I do wise things where Laura is concerned? No, Mildred, it’s probably not wise, but damn wisdom. I am working with something a little more primal. Just do me a favor, if you are there when we find him, stop me killing him, because if you don’t, I will. If he has hurt her in any way…” Remington’s hands clenched into fists.
“It’s a good thing you are not on a constant heart monitor anymore; the entire hospital ward would be in here. I will distract them. I will meet you by the dumpster on the south end of the building.” Mildred said.
Remington nodded and she scurried out.
He began to wonder about Laura. She was not like the usual women who primped for hours; it didn’t take any work for her to look good. She was naturally exquisite. Where was she?
He reached for the phone and dialed only to hear it ring incessantly. He put it down perplexed and dialed the Limo, the same thing happened. He dialed again.
“Mildred? Is Laura with you?”
“Haven’t seen her since I dropped off your stuff, guess your feeling better then eh chief?” Mildred asked.
“Yes. Will you go to the penthouse? See if she’s there?”
“Sure thing, is everything ok?”
“I don’t know.” He finished.
Remington wanted to tear out of the hospital, but if Laura came in and saw him he would be in deep water. He sat anxiously waiting for Mildred’s call.
“Blasted remote control,” he said hitting the channel button for the fifth time before it worked. Every struggle became exaggerated as he fought against his will to stay in the bed. He was slamming things around with loud sighs and growls of aggravation
It seemed an eternity as he sat watching King Kong waiting and for the phone to ring. He tapped and fidgeted and narrated every scene before it happened.
Finally Mildred called.
“She’s not here boss. I just found one of your notes on the floor in the bathroom, and the closet light was on.”
“Note? What note?”
“Actually, I didn’t read it, it was just like the one with the roses so…”
“Roses!?” he asked with more alarm in his voice.
“Yes the ones you sent to the office. I believe the note said ‘you get prettier all the time.’ Something like that”
“Pretty!? Laura’s not pretty! Laura is walking beauty, pretty does not cover it, and I would never say that! She’s exquisite. Mildred what’s happened? Come and get me out of here!”
“Oh, Chief, your not going to like this,”
“What Mildred!”
Mildred read the crumpled note. “‘Soon, we will be together, just like we have always dreamed, and you won’t have to worry about him anymore, my sweetheart.’ Oh Chief! I’m on my way.” Mildred exclaimed.
Remington hung up the telephone sprang from the bed and began pacing.
Eunice came in to the room. “Mr. Steele! You need to lie down. You are not supposed to be active.”
Remington realized that his leaving would have to be a cleverly executed escape.
“Oh, yes.” He said crawling back into bed and hiding the dread that had taken up residence in his heart.
He felt as if something were going to explode inside of him as he sat and Eunice buzzed around the room replacing used cups and fluffing his pillows. He had never felt this kind of rage before. He had never wanted to inflict pain on someone as he wished to inflict pain on whoever had Laura. The feeling boiled within him, every muscle in his body tensed and the veins at his temples began to protrude.
**
Mildred Drove quickly toward the hospital, her mind overrun with concern for both of ‘the kids’.
Soon she arrived abandoning her car in the drop off zone.
After making it past the nurses, confused that he had moved, she sprung into the room.
“Mr. Steele! I am so worried.” She said running to his bed.
She took one look at him and understood what he was feeling. His skin had taken on a reddish tinge and his jaw was firmly set.
He spoke lowly. “It’s going to be a little harder to get out of here than I thought. You will need to distract the nurse so she does not come in while I climb out the window.”
“Is that wise?” Mildred asked.
“Since when do I do wise things where Laura is concerned? No, Mildred, it’s probably not wise, but damn wisdom. I am working with something a little more primal. Just do me a favor, if you are there when we find him, stop me killing him, because if you don’t, I will. If he has hurt her in any way…” Remington’s hands clenched into fists.
“It’s a good thing you are not on a constant heart monitor anymore; the entire hospital ward would be in here. I will distract them. I will meet you by the dumpster on the south end of the building.” Mildred said.
Remington nodded and she scurried out.