CHAPTER 41

Some nurses gathered round Sunday, three of them to be exact, they mumbled a few things, none of which he could hear, or even anyone else for that matter.

Then after a while, one of them left, and almost immediately after, the second nurse nodded to the last nurse, before she equally left, the remaining nurse knew what she had to do, she took one look at Sunday and then fixed her eyes on his IV, her job was simple, all she had to do, was kill him.

The next minute she turned around, and it looked like she was heading for the door, when she stopped, reached in for the curtains by the doors, and pulled them over the transparent glass.

With a cunning demeanor, she sashayed towards Sunday who rested helplessly on his bed.

She pulled out a pair of handgloves, and fitted them perfectly onto her fingers, then she reached for a syringe, and afterwards, dipped her hand into her pocket and brought out a tiny bottle, she sucked the content of the bottle with the sy