THE STRAY BULLET

Chapter 42 - THE STRAY BULLET

"You are mine!" McCarthy heard in his ears, feeling seductive hands on his chest. He twitched his fingers. That was the best he could do. "You are cursed! A cupid's curse," he heard again. In his vision, he saw the dark hands moving on his chest, it had no face nor form. Just the hands.

_BEEP_ The oxygen machine beeped, and his body began to shake aggressively.

"What's happening?" Nurse 1 asked.

"I don't know. It just started," Nurse 2 replied.

"We're losing him, call the doctor!" Nurse 3 exclaimed.

A doctor arrived, quickly turning the machines on and off. Soon, they stopped as McCarthy's heart rate returned to normal.

_MHHH_

McCarthy sprung up, removing the oxygen mask, but the doctor forced it back on him and administered an injection, sending him back into the realms of mystery. If he had known what he was going through, he would have left him alone.