Eve of Destruction

Eve had timed her arrival with the peak of visiting hours to avoid being noticed. Unopposed she made her way to the door of a helpless patient. He shouldn't have dumped her. Her first act of revenge, pushing him down the stairs, had come from feeling humiliated by him and wanting to get even, but his inability to connect his ensuing streak of bad luck to their relationship's recent demise made Eve lose all respect for him. Rather than being appeased to calmness by the belief that she was better off alone, her greatly reduced concern for his well being removed a barrier to her darkest violence. He suffered more accidents. He came down with the flu. His car exploded. Still, when she saw him being wheeled around the hospital like an emperor, it had taken every ounce of restraint to keep from kicking him. She took him out him later that day while he was heavily drugged and no one was looking. The result was only more pampering in the intensive care ward, pretty nurses waiting on him around the clock as he gorged himself on oxygen. If she wanted justice she would have to work harder. He had his own room and she didn't need to look under his bandages to know his face. Quietly she approached him in the dark. He appeared to be unconscious and attached to a monitor that registered his vital signs. She took his hand and pressed it flat against his mouth and nostrils, suffocating him for a long time, but the blip of his heartbeat persevered through the monitor. In frustration she seized him by the throat and shook him fiercely. This caused a more erratic signal, but he clung to life somehow. Then she noticed that a special machine was breathing for him. No wonder she couldn't kill him. She bent down and pulled the plug. Success at last. The room flooded with light as the door behind her burst open. She turned around and was blinded by camera flashes from a crowd of unexpected reporters. One of them had promised to be the first to take a picture of the man she had just slain, for her estranged lover had been moved to another bed and in his place was a fireman with third degree burns from rescuing a small child. The media had come with friends and relatives to interview the stricken hero before Eve got to him. His wife began to cry as he was pronounced dead. Eve couldn't remember anything past that because she'd been incarcerated ever since.
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