Heso was not sure where he went wrong. He was not sure what triggered her anger that boiled over like a red mountain throwing up.
She was grasping a heavy metal club, screaming and closing in on him. He scampered backwards until he reached the windowsill.
Then she struck. The window glasses shattered, the wall edges cracked, and split. And that was his sudden route of escape, he realised. And threw himself through the window, crashing on the pavement. Then he rose, ran and jumped over the spiky fence into his neighbour garden.
Dr. Quin Douglas was pruning the garden when Heso crashed down on a flower bed. Rog, a huge black ferocious German Shepherd wagged her tail towards him. Quin put down his tools and helped him to sit up. For over ten years, he had been their regular visitor.
Zewel was by the kitchen door, breakfast tray on her hands. She heard the sound of the fall. And placed back the tray on a top, and ran toward the garden. Half way, she stopped. And smiled. "welcome, Heso!"
His head bobbled, looking rattled. His arms round his chest.
"Zew, please I need some hot water and the First Aid Box. He has bruises."
She rushed back in. And came out in a jiffy with a small box, hand towel and a bowl of hot water.
"She's at it again. She Batted and flung a metal stick at me," he said, squinting at his bruises and big lumps and torn clothes.
" Mmm," muttered Quin. He turned to his wife. "Zewel call an ambulance. We shouldn't wait longer. She might kill herself."
Zewel ran back into the house. And made a call.
Then, in the distance, a siren blew. An ambulance arrived at Heso residence. Medics dashed into the house. The discovered Mrs Heso lying on the kitchen floor. Her head smashed, was bleeding. Her body bruised, burned. Someone put off the cooking gas, and picked up the match sticks. A medic touched her wrist. It was warm. They put her in a blanket. Then on a stretcher, into the ambulance. And zoomed off.
"She will come off it," said the Quin. "Drugs alone have failed. I suggest the therapy now. It's the best option."
Heso bowed his head, sobbing. Quin held his shoulders.
"Yes, it will be the best option," he repeated, nodding his head, staring at a little bird singing a song on a flower branch.
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