Chapter 18 - Hanging By a Thread

Chapter 18

Perhaps his touch had distracted the mortal.

Perhaps his words had broken through the fever dreams? Or maybe chloroform was just too hard to continue to battle in his exhausted state, but the mortal shuttered as his chest expanded suddenly.

He took a breath and then he succumbed seconds after Ezekiel withdrew his hand from the mortals face.

And like a switch going out the mortals head dropped, his eyes drifted shut, and all of the tension in that fevered, shivering, and bloody frame swiftly faded.

Ezekiel sighed and gently, removed himself from the bed, so he could stand beside his mother. Glen continued to hold the chloroformed rag to the mortals face for another thirty seconds before withdrawing it. If she had anything to say about Ezekiels actions she kept it to herself. She simply turned and walked to the bathroom. She tossed the chloroformed rage into a trash bucket, and set about washing her hands.