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 Page 2  ER and Examination

“How did this happen?” the doctor asked, daring to shine a light in Cassy’s eyes noting her involuntary flinch as she grabbed both sides of her head and rocked.  This was indeed concerning as it indicated extreme light sensitivity. She continued the examination then stepped back and said, “Be right back.”

Dr. Freeman walked to the phone and placed a call to another hospital down island.  A few moments passed.  Cassy tried to eavesdrop on the one-sided conversation but only managed to catch a few words which indicated an immediate trip down island.

Walking back to where the two women waited, Dr.  Freeman said, “Cassy, an excellent Ophthalmologist, Dr. Jamison, will meet you at emergency at 2:00 tomorrow afternoon at the Comox hospital.”

“Ok, good.”  Her answer was quiet and relieved.

“As he hasn’t seen you and can’t make a diagnosis, all I can do for the moment is give you something to ease the pain, so we don’t complicate or confuse what is.”

“Thank god for drugs!” she laughed. “Never thought I’d hear myself say that, I guess once I exceed my pain threshold, nothing seems to help.”

“I believe there’s more to it than that Cassy, I’m not sure what. If anyone can come up with answers, he can.” She gently patted Cassy’s hand.

“Do you have a ride?”

Without hesitation, Maggy piped up, “She sure does, with me!

They left the emergency room after a shot of morphine was administered and although it hadn’t yet taken effect, Cassy desperately hoped it would and soon.

Maggy drove her home, unlocked the door and walked her inside.  “You going to be alright, or would you like me to grab a bag and come back?  It would make things less complicated in the morning.”

“Ordinarily, I’d say no worries, but tonight, I think it might be a really good idea.  The doctor did say that I could go back for another shot of morphine because once this and the Tylenol wear off, I’ll need one.  That way I can travel down island flying high and feeling no pain,” she joked.

Maggy touched her hand, “Ok, I’ll be 20 minutes tops, just have to grab an overnight bag and I’ll be back.  Can I get anything for you while I’m out?  Chocolates, food, Tom Cruise…you know, that little extra something to help take your mind off your problems?”

Cassy laughed half-heartedly, “Tom might help but one look at me and he’d bolt I’m sure.”

“Well good, because I don’t know where he is today; the Bahamas, Sweden, Italy, it could be tough tracking him down…back a.s.a.p.” she promised closing and locking the door behind her.

Cassy plopped down on the chesterfield, tears streaming down her face and suddenly she was sobbing…the pain was intolerable. “God what am I going to do?” She cried to an empty room.  “Please morphine, kick in, this is just so bad…so bad!”  For someone who rarely cried, she sobbed buckets and Maggy was shocked to find her weeping into her hands when she returned.

“Cassy?”

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Blindsided

Hospital and unwelcomed news.

Cassy had an extremely high pain threshold.  It had never been a problem before, but this time, it would complicate her life to the max.

“Maggy, are you there?  Pick up, please!” she begged.  Moments later, a breathless Maggy grabbed the receiver and replied, “I’m here, I’m here, what’s going on Cassy, you sound …”

“Please, can you take me to Emergency?  I can’t drive!”

“I’ll be there in 10, hang on!”  Maggy was close to panic just listening to Cassy!  She’d never heard her so distraught; in the fifteen years she’d known her, Cassy had only lost it a couple of times and to hear her outright begging for help made her crazy!  Racing to her car, she put the pedal to the metal and sped to Cassy’s.

Maggy entered the driveway, slammed her Taurus into park alongside Cassy’s jeep and without turning the engine off, charged up the front steps, through the front door into the house.  “I’m here, Cassy, where are you?” she called loudly.

“I’m up here … “

It took a moment before Maggy realized she meant the bathroom.  Rushing up a short flight of stairs, Maggy reached the door just as Cassy downed some pills.

“Must be bad for you to take drugs!  Oh my god, Cassy what happened?”

“I don’t know…but I know I can’t handle it anymore.”

“Your eyes look like, like… well, I don’t know what they look like…can you see?”

“Yeah,” she paused, “some, not really, but it’s the pain!”

“Come on, we’re gone!” Maggy said nearly dragging her best friend back down the stairs she’d just climbed.  Grabbing her own set of house keys, she locked the door and led Cassy to her Taurus.  Barely resisting the urge to tuck her in, Maggy hopped around the car and jumped into the driver seat.

“How long has this been going on? And why didn’t you call me earlier?  No wait, I know the answer you stoic bitch,” she drawled.

Cassy smiled for the first time that day. “Takes one to know one,” They laughed in unison at an old standing joke.

“I know!  It’s why we get along so well.”

Maggy buzzed them in through the double doors at Emerge where a nurse met them and hustled Cassy into a one-bed room in the left wing.

Heading to the phone she promised, “I’ll be right back”. They heard her calling Dr. Freeman. “You’re needed in emerge.”

Within moments, she arrived.  “Cassy, what’s going on?”

“To tell the truth, I don’t know, Dr. Freeman.  I am beyond uncomfortable – my eyes are burning and I can’t stand the pain.”

Blindsided 2

Critical Error

I truly wish to thank all of you for tuning in and reading along with Eilea and family in Critical Error. Your varied comments have been encouraging and heartwarming.

I have a few changes and editing to do which I find exciting and stimulating (all part of the ongoing process) even as I have noted several instances here and there I wish to embellish on and others dismiss.  It’s a work in progress but fills me with constant delight.

My thought process throughout has been to entertain and provide a moment of time in which to escape for fun and even some nail-biting or edge of the seat excitement.  If I was able to provide a couple of these elements, I reached my goal.

Having said that, please stay tuned for my next novel which will begin shortly, entitled Blindsided.  It’s also about a stalker and since I’ve borrowed many of the ideas from this novel in Critical Error, please bear with me as some instances might sneak through and observable in my newest endeavour as I will attempt to re-write this as I go.  I have so many ideas and thoughts floating through my mind, I’m hoping this will be minimal, but it might happen and I ask your forbearance before I begin.

Hopefully, you’ll enjoy this new idea as much as the others or more so.

Again thank you for following along.  Your continued interest made the writing and editing worthwhile.  As much was on the spot and in the moment, it was off the cuff of my thinking cap and carried much of what I intended perhaps not in the way I intended but it was fun to do.

Still working on getting Gallery of Deception ready for publishing, my life has been pretty involved of late and I haven’t had as much time to allocate to writing as I would have wished, but hopefully, soon.

Take care all, and once again, a humble thank you.

Buff

Buff

Buff, a word often used

Leaving me somewhat bemused

Its definition means burnished

Cleaning that which is tarnished

Perhaps a piece of furniture

Polished shining left cleaner

Whether antique or new

Burnished, its life renewed

Gleaming lustrous polished and sleek

Certainly, some have fabulous technique

Others exclaim he is “buffed”

What polished and retouched

English language has surely changed

Words with new meaning often exchanged

 

 

 

 

 

Critical Error Epilogue

They were a family.  Together they attended the hearing which was comparatively short.  Paul mentioned they were hoping to get a specific judge who took a hard line on bullying, cyber-bullying and stalking.  Not to mention shooting at cops.  They did.

Sitting quietly side by side, they listened to his conclusions.

“Your actions were depraved, base, cruel.  You refused at any time to take into account the family and friends of Eilea Martin.  You stalked her, threatened her, took her life away from her and her family.”

“On top of these actions, you premeditatedly obtained a weapon and fired on her and her family, other members of the public and law enforcement officers summoned to protect Eilea Martin and her family.  Not once, but on three separate occasions.  You cut the lines on Christina Martin’s parachute causing bodily harm that could have been far more severe.”

“At no time did you show remorse or stop your unwanted attention.  While some may feel inclined to suggest you are mentally unstable, I am not.”

“It is my ruling that you shall receive three 10 year sentences for the attempted murders  (outlined below).  I also rule 20 years directly relating to the stalking of Miss Martin. These sentences are consecutive sentences.”

“Further, you are to have absolutely no contact with Eilea Martin and or her family or anyone connected with her.  Therefore, you will not be permitted phone or internet access of any kind.  The only exception I am allowing is notification of a family emergency.  Your letters and any phone calls you are making will be vetted.”

“I would hand down a far stronger sentence if it were in my power.  Consider yourself lucky and warned.  I am placing a note on this file.  Should there be any and I repeat for your benefit, any attempt to disregard my orders, you will be dealt with accordingly.”

When the judge slammed the gavel down, it was final!  Eilea and her family felt it strongly, clearly.

As the judge rose, he turned to look at Eilea and she lifted her head and looked him directly in the eyes.  Words were not spoken but he nodded toward her and each family member before leaving the courtroom.

“Doesn’t get much better than that verdict!”  Paul stated triumphantly.

Many of his fellow officers who’d assisted in protecting Eilea’s family were also present in a show of solidarity.  As they walked passed her, she shook their hand or hugged them, whichever seemed most appropriate.

Everyone present was invited to Pauls for a massive bbq of epic proportions.  Eilea and Paul had bought dozens of ribs and cooked them in preparation for the bbq.  They had boxes of corn, potato salad and everything else a bbq should have.

By the end of the evening, they were all replete and relaxed. Suddenly from now where a massive cake arrived.  Paul Eilea and the kids stood and walked toward it.  The top said, “Welcome to the family!” and surrounding the words, a picture of Paul, Eilea, Christina and Andrew.  Around that were pictures of various co-workers.

Eilea couldn’t help it, tears filled her eyes and trickled down her cheeks.  She was too overcome with emotion to speak, but it seemed it wasn’t necessary for the joyous tears said it all.

Raising whatever glass they held, someone yelled, “Cheers!” followed by a loud and rowdy “hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray!”

Eilea and Paul crawled into bed just as the sun was coming up, tired, happy and elated.  “Well, Eilea Martin, that was a pretty great day, don’t you think?”

“Other than my children’s births, I can’t think of any I’ve enjoyed with quite such heart-felt pleasure.  Their acceptance means everything.”

“There’s one more day coming I hope will top this one.”

“Oh, and what would that be?” she asked speculatively.

“The day you walk down the aisle and say I do.”  Pulling a box he’d hidden under the pillow into view, he opened it and said, “Not traditional I know, but fitting.”

“Eilea Martin, will you do me the great honour of marrying me?”

Eilea accepted the ring, slid it on her finger, stared in delight then placing both arms around his neck said, “Seeing you survived the most rigourous of clan plans, I’d say the answer is a resounding yes!”  She kissed his lips, his eyes, his forhead and didn’t stop until he placed his hands on both side of her face.

“That’s the best yes I could have received.  Shall we tell the kids tonight?”

“No, I think we should make that a separate celebration that is all about us our family.”

“Great idea.  Now come here, I have another great idea.”  Paul winked.  He didn’t have to say anything more. They slid uner the sheets and sealed their promise to each other in the only way possible.

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After spending 5 days in Hardy, Paul understood why visitors flocked to this location.  It had everything.  Serenity, solitude, beauty, activities in which to participate if desired.  He overheard many say it was a diamond in the rough.  In some ways, it was.  He saw the diamond sparkle and shine.

He had several days of holiday left and though Eilea had to work, he was content to visit, sightsee and take in some fishing.  He knew before long he’d have to return home.  That meant planning on a future, a future together with Christina, Andrew and Eilea.

Christina and Andrew were eager and although they knew it meant leaving their friends behind, it wasn’t such a distance they couldn’t travel back on holidays and long weekends and they were ok with that.  Hopefully, their positive attitude would remain.  For Christina, it wasn’t a problem, she was finished school now, moving onto bigger and better things and she said as much as she’d be leaving for university anyway.  The timing was right.  She was half considering staying with Paul and attending a local college for awhile then moving on to UVIC.  He agreed.

Andrew decided he liked the idea of starting over.  Although he’d miss his friends, he could keep in touch online and in the games they played and he was pleased to see his mother happy, that was his bottom line.

Eilea was in two minds.  On one hand, she wanted a chance with Paul.  It meant giving up her job (one she loved) and hopefully finding another.  Her kids seemed pleased with the idea and that was a great relief.

She was more than half in love with Paul already.  Everything about him was appealing.  She’d have to wrap her mind around his job which was dangerous and gave her second thoughts considering what they’d gone through, but on the other hand, it showed his grit, determination, as well as his dedication.

They’d spent every waking moment together and with each passing day, she found more to enjoy while he was open honest and she decided a rare jewel.  After dark, sitting on the deck hand in hand enjoying a beverage watching the late sunset, she had to thank her lucky stars for giving her this opportunity.  Even though they’d lived through more extraordinary circumstances than most, he’d come out on top – correction – they’d come out on top.

The court date for the trial was set and two months from now they’d be sitting in a courtroom determining a man’s fate – not just any man – a man who’d behaved abominably at best, fierce and threatening at worst.

Having come to know Paul’s friends and co-workers had also been eye-opening.  They were a group of dedicated men and women she hoped to get to know better.  There were a couple she’d grown close to and she was excited at the prospect of renewing a friendship with them both.

Owing to one critical error – a delusional miscreant and his unfounded, unwelcomed actions – she’d found a man worth knowing, and she’d taken a chance.  The best decision of her life.

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Arm in arm, they left the station a spring in their step lighthearted and free at last.  Eilea breathed deeply filling her lungs with refreshing air and with unguarded enthusiasm, freedom and light.  Poignant poetic heart-wrenchingly moving.  It was a new beginning, a change for the better.

She turned and looked Paul in the eye.  “New beginnings,” she with featherlight joy.  Pulling him to a stop, she placed her hands on both sides of his face and kissed him tenderly, fervently, with a depth of emotion she’d refused to allow herself.

In doing so, she rocked him nearly off his feet.  He stood stunned staring at her, a mixture of amazed delight in his eyes and on his face.  Momentarily letting go of Christina’s hand he wrapped his arms tightly around Eilea.  “Good things often arrive when least expected and in the most surprising of ways.”

Christina and Andrew shared knowing glances.  Christina whispered, “They are both right, new beginnings, good things, surprising ways.  It’s special, seeing mom happy, truly happy.”

“I know.  Don’t think I’ve seen this degree of lighthearted happiness in her face in a long time.  I know I fought it at first.  Now I see it’s what she needs.  ‘Sides, he’s a pretty good catch.  He obviously cares.  I was scared at first, afraid she’d be hurt.  But he’s better than that.  I’m glad he made it through the “clan plan”.”

“Yeah, he is,” Christina snorted, “He did, didn’t he?”

“So what’s next?” Christina asked loudly.

“Whatever we wish!”

“Well, we’ve taken in your place, why don’t you come to ours?  We can do some hiking and show you what Hardy has to offer.”

Eilea seconded the emotion.  “I think that’s a splendid idea.  I have a few days holiday left and we can share our little corner of the world with you.”

They headed to Paul’s to pack and planned to be back in Hardy by nightfall.  He was eager to see her nest, her home, everything about Eilea her surroundings and the family.

 

 

 

Hope

 

hope

 

I’m up, I’m down I’m all over the place

For the moment I am the only brace

When no one is looking I fall apart

From the depths of my soul I take heart

Trusting that all will end as it should

Ah, there, I knew it would

 

Detonate

Detonate

anger.jpg

Explosive personality

Filled with brutality

Anger hate destruction

Striking without direction

Man woman or child

Everyone reviled

What will become of you

If this anger you don’t subdue

Fight twist yell and scream

Love sent on a moonbeam

Can heal the most grievous of pain

And wash sorrow away so you can start again

 

 

 

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“Let’s go!”  Andrew yelled, “I want to see this SOB face to face!” His face reflecting anger, his fists tightly balled he stomped toward the door.

“Not so fast, Andrew,”  Paul admonished.  “We want to take our time play this by the book.  We don’t want him slithering away on a technicality.”

For the first time since he’d met Eilea and her family, true relief and jubilation were clearly evident.  His own spirits soared too.  Wrapping his arms around Eile and the kids he said, “Finally, an opportunity to freely behave and misbehave.  I can’t wait to get this party started!”  They laughed in unison.

“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet,” Christina promised with a wink.

“I will say, I’m relieved I’ve been a part of all this.  I’ve seen you under extremely difficult circumstances and now I want to enjoy your company free of stress and concern.  I really need to applaud both your actions and control which have been admirable throughout!  First-hand experience has shown me the opposite is often too.” He exchanged a deep heartfelt look of admiration at each one.

“Welcome to the whacky world of the Martin family.”

Paul couldn’t have wished to hear more welcome words.  “Thanks, kiddo.”

To pass the time, they cleaned and straightened before eating dinner.  An hour later Paul’s phone rang.  They were welcome to come to the office before the prisoner was placed in custody.

“We’ll be there in 10!”

Walking in unison through the front door, they were taken down a hallway leading to the interrogation rooms containing one-way glass and they got their first glimpse of the pervert who’d created such havoc.  Paul turned the speaker on so they could listen in.

“I want to see Eilea!”  He continued yelling the same refrain over and over every few minutes while the officers in the room tilted back against the wall, feet and arms crossed.  “You’ve caused Ms Martin her family and friends enough grief.”

Eilea looked at Paul.  “I want to talk to him.  I have something I need to say.”

Paul understood she needed to get her control back.  Knocking on the adjoining door, she entered.

He jumped to his feet then slammed down into the chair as the cuffs would only allow a foot of movement.  “Eilea, I knew you’d come that you’d tell these idiots it’s all a mistake!”

“Mistake?  Hardly!  Taking pictures of me, sending unwanted cards and letters, calling me throughout the night and at work, threatening my family my friends, harming my daughter?  That is no mistake.  It’s a choice!  One you made and it is your last mistake involving me and anyone close to me!  I’m here simply to put a face to the f@#$@# asshole whose caused my family grief, hardship and bodily injury.  As far as I’m concerned, the penalty you’ll receive couldn’t be harsh enough!”  She stopped short of spitting on him, something she desperately wanted to do.  Instead, she turned  walked through the door and slammed it behind her.  She hard heard him call her name and smiling, grabbed Christina and Andrew’s hand to walk away, a spring in their steps, their heads held high.

“I would have punched his face in,”  Andrew freely admitted.  “It would have been worth it.”

“It’s a new day!  We have our lives back and we’re free to do as we wish.”  Eilea’s voice held jubilation.

“I’ll never take freedom for granted again,”  Christina remarked.  “I guess some things we take for granted until they’re gone.”

“It’s a lesson he’s about to learn, an ongoing lesson for the rest of his life.” Paul said with conviction.

“What sort of time will he get?”  Andrew asked?

“Attempted murder (which is what we’re going for) is considered an indictable offence and will give him five years to imprisonment for life.  Not only did he fire on civilians and your family in particular, but he fired on both off-duty and on duty cops, which the law severely frowns upon.  He fired on officers in the precinct, at my house and on the boat.  That’s three consecutive 10 to lifetime sentences.   Even though there weren’t any subsequent injuries, there was absolutely no provocation.  The maximum penalty for stalking is 10 years to life without parole and we’re going to fight for consecutive sentences back to back for each phone call and letter.”

“We’ve rounded up enough evidence at his place to secure a good long incarceration.  Doubt he’ll see the light of day again.  On top of which, he’ll never be allowed phone call priviledges or a computer.”

“How long before the case goes to trial?”

“Again we’re pushing this before a local judge who seriously frowns on stalkers, attempted cop-killers and attempted murder.  It won’t take long and the court will inform you.  It’s unlikely your testimony will even be required owing to the mountain of eye-witnesses and incriminating evidence which suggests he’s been following your family for three years.”

Stopping to take Paul in her arms, Eilea said, “Welcome to the family.”

Andrew slapped Paul on the back. “So your place or ours?”

Paul grinned broadly.  “I guess that’s something we’ll have to discuss.”

“Much as I love Hardy, I gotta say your place comes fully loaded, with extras!”  He couldn’t have held back his smirk if he’d tried.

 

 

 

 

 

Choice

 

choice

Often it is obscured, the choice

Considerate thought before invoking voice

Shrouded in all kinds of smoke

The truth again and again cloaked

Can’t see the forest for the trees

Sitting pondering on bent knees

Until a whisper of pure light

Illuminates the path making it bright

Now moving forward shadows left behind

With a helping hand find peace of mind

 

 

 

 

 

Radiate

Radiate

RADIATE FIRE RADIATE

While some radiate peace joy and love

Others radiate the opposite of the above

Menacing anger cruelty and abuse

Vulgar hateful language often they use

Very little light into their soul allow

Instead in darkness they constantly wallow

Feeding their heart and their soul

Creating a much deeper darker hole

From which their ultimate escape

Requires huge effort their lives to reshape

 

 

 

 

 

Change

 

change

Although it might even seem strange

The only constant in life is change

The clouds move on the sun appears

In the blink of an eye many tears

From somewhere laughter suddenly erupts

Often surprising, perhaps abrupt

Accepting change will happen

Whether in clothes and fashion

Giving new things a chance

Not merely a peripheral glance

Daily experiences neither good nor bad

Therefore lifting us up making us glad

We are alive and living our lives

Seeking experience that revives

 

 

 

 

 

Infuse

Infuse

rainbow

If it were within my power

The entire earth I would scour

Collecting every possible colour

Offering you a rainbow in technicolour

Brilliant reds oranges blues and greens

Luminous colours never before seen

Infuse you with my love to go on living

Sun moon and stars glow shimmering

Always sharing the mundane and sublime

Infusing you with joy lasting a lifetime

Life is for living

Sometimes giving

Always sharing

With much caring

Often profound

If you surround

Yourself with endless possibilities

Sharing god given talent and ability

Look outside yourself

Sometimes inconveniencing oneself

Putting the other one first

Fears and concerns now dispersed

 

 

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Reprieve

Reprieve

reprieve

In this moment of reprieve

Time to catch up and to breath

Laughter humour jokes and fun

Blessed merriment in the sun

A breath of fresh air gives fleeting relief

From painful sorrow loss and grief

Strength to fortify and shore up

Sagging doubts, lift our heads up

Tomorrow is another day

In which to linger and to play

 

 

 

 

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