The Left Hand of God (standard:other, 1468 words)
Author: Cucicu	Added: Jan 25 2002	Views/Reads: 3602/2306	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A man's wife has an affair. He decides to get revenge by killing her. However, along the way, some of the tides turn. Or do they?

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accident left too much to chance. No, I needed something clean and 
fail-proof.  Something that would leave no trace. A murder that wasn't 
really a murder. 

I had been struggling to find a solution for a long time. Then suddenly,
the answer was seemingly handed to me on a silver platter.   This 
couldn't be a coincidence.  It had to be destiny.  Here's how it 
happened.  I got a call from an old friend of mine that I hadn't seen 
in years.  Tom was in town for a convention and wanted to get together 
for lunch.   I wasn't much in the mood for socializing lately but 
something told me I should meet him. Tom was working for a big 
pharmaceutical company and doing research on the treatment of viral 
infections.  He specialized in diseases that were rare and fatal. That 
was it!  He had solved my dilemma.  My wife was always getting a cold 
or the flu, and on top of that she had asthma.   Unlike my own, her 
immune system was shot.  The trick now was getting a sample of viruses 
that I could use to infect her. 

I knew Tom had always been attracted to my wife.  I suggested that we
visit him in California so that he can show us around his lab.  Tom was 
the type of guy who loved to show off, so needless to say, he latched 
on to the idea immediately.  I figured that while he was distracted 
with my wife, I could steal some vials containing whatever viruses I 
could find.   It was a long shot, but somehow I knew it would work.  As 
it turned out, he brought us to his lab on a weekend when no one else 
was around.  Given her personality, my wife naturally played up to him, 
and he was smitten. It was actually much easier than I imagined it 
could be. 

"Honey, I don't feel so good.  I think I must be coming down with the
flu again," she said. 

Christ! This was too good to be true. My plan was actually working. I
almost felt guilty about it. 

"Sonny, I feel so weak I can hardly walk. I think you better take me to
the hospital."  Her voice was weak and labored. 

It 's funny, but you know how sometimes you experience phantom symptoms
in response to someone else's suffering? Well, that seemed to be 
happening to me.   I was starting to feel sick myself. It took all the 
energy I had just to drive my wife to the emergency room.  When we got 
there, they insisted on admitting the both of us temporarily so they 
could run some medical tests. 

"Just take care of my wife. Don't worry about me," I said. 

I protested that there was nothing wrong with me, but they wouldn't
listen.  Of course, the Doctor asked the typical questions about 
foreign travel or coming into contact with individuals that appeared 
sick.  No one suspected a thing.   As it turned out, they put us in 
separate rooms which were right next to each other.  The same nurse was 
in charge of the both of us.  I looked at her when she walked into my 
room. She was really tall. I would say she was about six feet two 
inches, and she had a deep, husky voice. 

"How's my wife doing?" I asked. 

"Well, we're trying to stabilizer her now. We'll have to wait until we
get some test results back" she said. "And how about you?", the nurse 
asked.  "How are you feeling?" 

"Me?"  "I'm fine", I said.  "Why?" 

She looked at me in a peculiar way, and then started fiddling with some
of the medical equipment that was attached to me.  "I'll be right 
back," the nurse said.  "I need to call the Doctor." 

I hate hospitals.  Everything is so white and sterile. It seems like
death is lurking at every corner.  It's really depressing.  I heard the 
nurse going into the next room with my wife. They seemed to be 
whispering about something and then I swear I heard my wife bellow out 
a loud sigh.  What was that about?   Were they telling her she didn't 
have long to live?   I was almost starting to regret what I had done. 
Maybe I should tell them the truth. Maybe they could still save her. 

The Doctor must have arrived because I could hear the nurse talking to
someone outside my room. I was starting to get very sleepy.   I could 
hardly keep my eyes open.  I heard a faint humming noise from one of 
the machines but I couldn't tell if it was coming from my room or the 
one next door.  I heard some faint voices but I wasn't sure where they 
came from. 

"Doctor come quickly!" 

"I'm sorry, Betty.  I don't think there is anything else we can do at
this point." 

"Should I tell him?  Maybe he'll want to spend some time with her. 

"I'm afraid that won't be possible. The patient is dead." 

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