[ CHAPTER 46 ] - ( THE PRIEST OF SANTA MARIA ) - { PT. 7 }


 { PT.  7 } - Kristoff surveyed his surroundings ensuring that each person was preoccupied with some activity or other, or too drunk to pay attention, and surreptitiously poured a clear liquid into the champagne glass in Kurush's hand. The syrupy solution dispersed and blended with the fizz rising to the top of the glass. Drink up, my friend, he said slapping him on the back. Kurush chortled and downed the bubbly in one. You like your drink, ah? Kurush nodded, feeling lightheaded. He wandered off and dropped to the nearest chair. Kristoff's mouth formed a sardonic smile as he turned his attention to the object of his intention.                                                                        CHRISTIANO TOOK THE MOTION sickness pills from his pocket, removed one from the packet and placed the box on the table. You haven't had any alcohol have you? asked angelica. No, I thought it best not to mix the two. He picked up his glass of water, about to take the pill when Frys'a and Angelica's frowns caught his attention. Kurush had risen from his seat, his face a sinister shade of red. He stumbled between men so intoxicated they could barely stand, his body stooped over as he clutched his stomach. He dropped to the floor. The three of them rushed to his aid, the Captain following closely behind. Frya felt her father's pulse. We'd better get him out of here. Christiano lifted Kurush like a weightless sack and propped him beneath his armpit. The captain took the slack on the other side, and together they carried him to his cabin and laid him on the bunker. These are not the symptoms of over-drinking. Something's wrong, said Frya, as she crouched beside him. Could it be food poisoning? asked Angelica. Food poisoning? repeated the alarmed Captain. It can't be, said Frya, shining a pocket light into her father's pupils, we all ate the same food. Kurush vomited soiling her in the process. Christiano gagged and dashed out of the room. Angelica found him in the corridor; a light sweat on his forehead. I can't find my pills, he said, frantically searching his pockets. You put the packet on the table, remember? I'll go back and get them. No. You had better go and lie down. I'll go.  

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