Del hung up the phone
and grabbed her stuff. She put a notice on the door:
NEW
INK STUDIO IS CLOSED DUE TO FAMILY EMERGENCY
The taxi arrived and
a teary eyed girl rushed to the hospital. The driver took her to the Intensive
Care reception. After that point, Delilah didn't remember much. Just snap shots
of images. Kind and restrained voices advising her that her husband wasn't
well, that there had been an 'accident', that she must remain calm. At what
point she collapsed, she wasn't sure. Was it before or after she saw her
beloved Chad in theatre? Even if she was having an affair with Russ, whom she
loved dearly, she loved her husband even more but differently. Her visual images
of Chad were utterly fucking devastating. She felt shocked, sad and and and...
Mr Chadwick 'Chad'
Crabtree died six hours later. The medical teams were well trained, had good
equipment and acted within 'The Golden Hour'; it was no use. They failed.
Delilah was a widow and alone. Almost alone...
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