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I was shocked to see who was standing right in front of me. It was Theodore, uncle Pete’s son.

“What are you doing here, Rose?”

What am I doing here? Can’t you see I am stealing some morphine for a good cause?

“I… I came here to.. to… see Uncle Pete” I replied stuttering like a criminal caught in act.

What the hell? What did I just say? What would I reply if he asked why I wanted to see him? Is this the best reply you can come up with? Stupid brain!

I felt like an idiot. How can I not? I had a morphine shot, injections, and a knife set in my hand at the moment.

Whoever looks at me will think I am a lunatic.

“Oh, okay” he replied smiling.

What the hell? What do you mean by ‘Oh, okay’? Don’t you want to be nosy again like you all always do?

I observed the way he was moving here and there either his own feet were unable to hold his weight or the floor was slippery.

I was standing on the same floor so it must be his feet.

“Are you okay, Theo?” I asked confusedly when I saw him grabbing t