Page 45 of Highlander Unraveled
“I need an aspirin,” she moaned. “My head hurts.”
“Aspirin? What’s that? Is that how we get a black box?”
She smiled and shook her head, then said, “Ouch,” pressing her hand to the side where the nasty knot was.
Ballocks, but I’d rip the black box from Steven’s hands and shred him to pieces the next time I laid my eyes on him. Bastard had slipped right through my fingers.
“It’s medicine,” she explained. “Modern medicine.”
“I’ll get it. Where is it?”
“Maybe in the bathroom?”
“There’s a room dedicated to baths? Why would there be medicine in there?” I held the back of my hand to her forehead. “Are ye feeling all right?”
She giggled. “Yes, I’ll be fine. Just a headache. Help me up.” Then she leaned against me, pressing her head to my chest. “I missed you, Logan. I know this world is crazy, and you don’t understand a lot of it, but I’m so grateful you came for me.”
“Och, my love, I couldn’t let ye languish. I had to find ye.” I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “Tell me where to go.”
She pointed toward the entrance to the chamber and I walked her back out into the corridor. “There.” She pointed toward a door in the center of the hallway.
We walked to another smaller chamber with a white marble-looking chair and a… “Is that a tub?”
It was small, only big enough to hold a bairn. And also made of white marble-like material.
“A sink.”
I grunted.
“That’s the tub.” She pointed behind her and I saw a large white tub built into the wall. “This is a toilet, like a chamber pot.”
I glanced at the odd chair.
I frowned, confused. “Who would wash where they shite?”
Emma laughed. “A good question.”
She flicked on a light and I jumped back.
“Holy Mother…”
Emma grinned. “They don’t use candles so much in the modern era. There’s a thing called electricity. An energy that powers many things.”
And then she confused me more by pulling a reflecting glass away from the wall and revealing a secret set of shelves with tiny, oddly colored bottles.
She opened one and dumped tiny red balls into her hand. Then she turned a nozzle and water shot from a tiny well-like tube.
“This world is…” I couldn’t put a word to it. In fact, it was overwhelming enough that I, too, was starting to get a headache.
“Can I have one of those, my head is starting to ache.”
“A pill?” She glanced at me in the mirror, something that was so foreign to me, but she seemed completely at ease with it.
“The medicine?” I pointed toward the bottle.
She nodded and handed me a couple. “You’ll need more than one.”
I put them in my mouth, biting down, and the bitterness of it washing over my tongue making me shudder.
