By Joseph Logsdon
When Ryan Cambial learned that he had cancer, he didn't hesitate to hire a private nurse. She was inexperienced, but at the same time, she was also very gentle. No matter how stubborn he became, she always managed to calm him down. If Ryan hadn't been married, he would've taken advantage of his situation. Though he would never admit it, Ryan was attracted to his nurse. Every time she entered the room, he instantly felt happy. She was, for a lack of a better word, quite stunning.
"For the last time, I don't want it," Ryan stated as the nurse entered the bedroom.
"Oh, come now, Mr. Cambial, you must take your medicine," she replied.
"Why? I mean, let's face it, in a few more days, I'll be dead," Ryan stated.
"Surely, you don't believe that?"
"Nothing, and I mean nothing, will prevent it. I wasn't born to sit in bed all day, I was born to cure diseases. You know, if you really think about it, my situation is very ironic. All my life, I've been a scientist, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't find the right answer. The harder I studied, the more confused I became. I did nothing, I meant nothing, I accomplished nothing. Now, after all these years, I'm going to receive my reward. Since I did nothing, it's only fitting that I should receive nothing, don't you agree?"
"Now, really, Mr. Cambial, you're too hard on yourself. At the end of the day, we can only try our best. Now, if you don't mind, I need you to take your medicine," she implored.
"Okay, if it will make you happy," he stated.
After receiving his medicine, Ryan took a nap. When he awoke, however, he discovered that his nurse hadn't left the room.
"Amy, why are you still here? I mean, I enjoy your company and everything, but you should've gone home hours ago. Is something wrong?"
"Well, frankly, yes," she stated.
"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Cambial, I'm really grateful to you. When I first came here, I was desperate, still am, I suppose. Well, now that I've overstayed my welcome, I'll be leaving," she stated.
"Leaving? What for?"
"Well, it's complicated, more complicated than you know. It's not that I haven't enjoyed doing this, it's just I've been having a terrible time. You see, Mr. Cambial, I've been forced to confront a terrible truth. I don't want to believe it, but the way I see it, I have no choice," she cried.
"What are you talking about?"
"I want you to listen to what I have to say. It won't be easy, God knows it won't be easy. It's about my mother, Mr. Cambial. As you know, she died last week, but before she left me, she told me something, something that I'll never get out of my mind," she sighed.
"What, may I ask, did she tell you?"
"She said you raped her," Amy stated.
"Why, that's absurd," he laughed.
"I didn't even know your mother, and even if I had, I never would've done such a thing. I have to say, I never expected this kind of behavior from you," he grunted.
"A few years ago, before you became a scientist, didn't you spend time in India?"
"Yeah, I was an aid worker," he stuttered.
"What a coincidence, my mother was an aid worker," she stated.
"And what does that prove, exactly?"
"Don't play dumb with me, I know you did it," Amy exclaimed.
"Well, even if I did, you can't prove anything, can you?"
"You're right, I can't, but I can punish you nonetheless," she laughed.
"And how are you going to do that?"
"You'll find out soon enough," she laughed.
If Ryan had the strength, he would've silenced the young woman. Whether he liked it or not, he was at her mercy. When Amy left the room, Ryan immediately called for his wife. If anyone could help him, she could.
"Help me," Ryan cried as she entered the room.
"What is it?"
"Laura, you have to understand, I didn't do it. Whatever she says, I didn't do it. You have to believe me, you must believe me," he begged.
"What are you talking about?"
"It's Amy, she's gone mad," he sighed.
"What do you mean?"
"She threatened to kill me," he gasped.
"Are you sure you haven't been dreaming?"
"You have to believe me, she's dangerous," he cried.
"Okay, I believe you. The question is, what are we going to do about it? I mean, without proof, we don't have anything, do we?"
"You're right, you're absolutely right. I'll tell you what, we'll catch her in the act. I don't know how, mind you, but we'll get her," he stated.
"I don't know, it sounds risky," she replied.
Before Ryan could respond, he started to feel nauseous. He tried to breathe, but his lungs failed to respond. Little by little, he was dying.
"Oh, my God, she poisoned me," he gasped.
"Are you crazy?"
"What are you standing there for? For God's sake, do something!"
"Why should I?"
"I'm dying, you fucking idiot," he screamed.
"I know, exactly as planned," she laughed.
"What do you mean?"
"She didn't poison you, I did," Laura laughed.
"Because I'm tired of supporting you, because I'm tired of being treated like shit, because no matter how hard I try, it's never enough! If the cancer won't kill you, then I will," she laughed.
"Surely, you're not that cold?"
"Don't worry, once you're out of the way, Amy will be blamed for everything. Even though she wanted to avenge her mother, she never could've committed murder. I, on the other hand, will gladly do what she can't," Laura laughed.