Deena returned to the room pushing a cart. On it sat a small machine filled with dials next to a digital interface. Beside the interface was a small screen with one single unmoving horizontal line across. She parked the contraption next to me.
As if sensing my unease her face softened. “Don"t worry this is just a heart and blood pressure monitor.”
Shai injected me with the needle long before she entered the room. When I asked what I had been injected with, he simply laughed. Now he was watching me with a cold, empty look. It was the face of the devil.
It was the face of the devilI flinched when she slipped the cuff around my arm. “Sorry, hun,” she apologized. “I didn"t mean to startle you. This will monitor your blood pressure.” She placed a plastic clip around my right index finger. Th
