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Five Day, Twenty Minutes, Temptation, Day one, Day two, Day three,
Temptation (Day 4)
Eleanor couldn’t see. Something was blinding her. She was confused. Where was she? Her body was cold. She was lying on the ground, silence around her. All she felt was the hardness of the ground she lay upon. Something was wrong. She lay on her side, she realized. On her left side. Her body was shivering. Now she felt how cold she was. Slowly she moved her right arm. It worked. She brought her hand up to her face and carefully touched her eyes. Wet. Thick wetness. Something streaming down her forehead, into her eyes. Carefully she wiped them, one by one, until she could open them. Dark, but brighter. She was outside, lying on the street. A street lamp somewhere close. Night. It must be night. She had to get up. What was she doing here, lying on the ground, somewhere in the street. Eleanor tried to push herself into a sitting position, but nothing happened. Her body didn’t respond to the impulse. Her teeth clicked, the shivering go worse. What had happened? All she could think was how cold she was, and why wouldn’t her body move?
She heard a car coming towards her, coming closer, bright light was coming her way, blinding light, stinging light that made her head pulse, screeching brakes exploding her head. Car doors slamming, steps.
“Oh God. Are you alright, Miss?”
A male voice.
“Please help me.” Was her voice audible? Or had she only thought these words?
“My God, oh my God, Jack.”
A female voice, clicking high heels coming closer.
“Careful Sophie, don’t touch her. Would you get the blanket from the back seat? We gotta keep her warm. I’ll call an ambulance.”
Eleanor couldn’t concentrate enough to follow every word. She took in the warmth in the voices, the care, the worry. She was taken care of. Something sank down on her, over her, something warm. The high heels had returned.
“There’s an amublance on it’s way”, the male voice said.
That was good. Eleanor was sure that it was good somehow. The cold from the ground was horrible, but the blanket over her felt wonderful and made up for it. Almost. Just like uncle Sam had made up for daddy being gone. Almost. Until uncle Sam had gone, too. And only mummy was left. Hard and cold, just like the ground she lay upon. So cold. Made her shiver to her core. There were sirens in the background somewhere. Eleanor was confused. Was there something wrong with mummy? Was she going to leave her, too? The sirens came closer and closer, they burst her head open, pain creeping out and all over her in a thick, sickening flow. Then the sirens stopped, just when she thouhgt now she couldn’t take any more of it. Opening and closing of car doors, exited voices. Then there was someone next to her, touching her carefully on her arm, her shoulder.
“Can you hear me, Miss?”
Male, deeper voice then the other one, vibrating little waves of pain out of her cracked open head.
“Yes.” Had he heard her?
“Can you feel the touch of my hand here?”
“No.”
“And here?”
“No.”
Was he still touching her? She was so tired, she couldn’t help them anymore. Someone else had to take care of this. She needed to rest. Then there was touch again, her body was lifted, put down again. They didn’t change her position. Someone held her head. She was being carried. How she loved being carried. Daddy would carry her all the way up the stairs. Made mummy mad, because she wanted her to walk by herself. but daddy just laughed, laughed and laughed, and his laughter bubbled up in Eleanor. It made her light and carefree and took away all the pain.
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