YoungLisa
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Roger de Blythe
de Blythe could not remember when he had been so angry. To Magnus’ distress he showed the worst side of his nature. Not really wanting to listen to Arthus when he said “I must admit I half wish it had been me locked in the room drinking punch with you …” de Blythe snarled at him and showed his fangs in anger.
To Magnus’ horror he said menacingly “You might live to regret that remark! And if that little girl dies I promise, you and your leaders will curse your mothers for giving you birth! Don’t try to hide behind the youngsters. You and your fellow leaders are responsible. YOU WILL PAY!”
Hardly a word was exchanged between de Blythe and Magnus on the flight back until de Blythe took the bull by the horns and said “I want you to know I had nothing to do with what happened back there. I admit I find you an incredibly attractive woman but I would never engineer a situation like that”. He took a deep breath and lied “Like you I have a very fuzzy memory of what happened. I pray I did not disgrace myself.”
Eventually the plane landed at London City Airport and de Blythe used his mobile phone “Where the FUCK is our helicopter?” he shouted down the phone, stopped and then said “Then get it here NOW!”
Ten minutes later they were in the chopper and making their way to the hospital roof. On landing de Blythe and Magnus were taken into the unit, stripped, cleansed and sterilised before being re-clothed in special clothes as they entered the room where the little girl was lying in bed. The golden haired little angel opened her eyes and said joyfully “Doctor Alan. Doctor Alan I love you!”
Struggling to retain his composure de Blythe smiled and then pointed to Helen. “This is Professor Helen Magnus. She’s here to help us make you well.” Looking at Magnus de Blythe knew that any anger she or he held was being dissolved by the little girl’s charm. Turning to Magnus he said “Professor, this is the little love I was telling you about. Meet Chrissy King.”
de Blythe could not remember when he had been so angry. To Magnus’ distress he showed the worst side of his nature. Not really wanting to listen to Arthus when he said “I must admit I half wish it had been me locked in the room drinking punch with you …” de Blythe snarled at him and showed his fangs in anger.
To Magnus’ horror he said menacingly “You might live to regret that remark! And if that little girl dies I promise, you and your leaders will curse your mothers for giving you birth! Don’t try to hide behind the youngsters. You and your fellow leaders are responsible. YOU WILL PAY!”
Hardly a word was exchanged between de Blythe and Magnus on the flight back until de Blythe took the bull by the horns and said “I want you to know I had nothing to do with what happened back there. I admit I find you an incredibly attractive woman but I would never engineer a situation like that”. He took a deep breath and lied “Like you I have a very fuzzy memory of what happened. I pray I did not disgrace myself.”
Eventually the plane landed at London City Airport and de Blythe used his mobile phone “Where the FUCK is our helicopter?” he shouted down the phone, stopped and then said “Then get it here NOW!”
Ten minutes later they were in the chopper and making their way to the hospital roof. On landing de Blythe and Magnus were taken into the unit, stripped, cleansed and sterilised before being re-clothed in special clothes as they entered the room where the little girl was lying in bed. The golden haired little angel opened her eyes and said joyfully “Doctor Alan. Doctor Alan I love you!”
Struggling to retain his composure de Blythe smiled and then pointed to Helen. “This is Professor Helen Magnus. She’s here to help us make you well.” Looking at Magnus de Blythe knew that any anger she or he held was being dissolved by the little girl’s charm. Turning to Magnus he said “Professor, this is the little love I was telling you about. Meet Chrissy King.”