Hillary Clinton couldn't die this way, not in Nevada, they rushed to Texas, She was having another episode inside the car. Her stillness made Huma and Cheryl nervous, sometimes they thought she was dead.

Scrambling around in her hotel room Hillary Clinton tossed her clothes into her bag and left Nevada.  She had forgotten to call Bill Clinton to let him know that her schedule had changed as everybody thought it had to do with the Nevada elections, but it was all about the FBI investigators following her every movement.  Her doctor had given Hillary her pills so her coughing started again, almost uncontrollably.  It only lasted a few minutes until the chemicals circulated inside her body that would relax her lungs again and reduce her blood pressure.

The horrible contractions of her muscles bothered Hillary the most so she always took her pills alone, locked away and out of site except for Huma and Cheryl at times.  Her outward appearance was getting better as she marked the time watching the alarm clock on the hotel dresser.  In a few minutes she could go out in public again as her energies would be revived and her mood and mobility somewhat improved, they would never know.

She was very tired of this neglected hotel room and she missed the vast rooms and warm sofas of the Clinton Mansion so far away.  Huma would have to do a lot better in the future but the ever-present need for cash held Hillary back at times.  Hillary and Bill Clinton had loaned the Clinton campaign tens of millions of dollars so they could charge themselves interest and claim hundreds of thousands of dollars in profits when the loans were paid back by the stupid little people.

Overbearingly loud Hillary heard Huma yelling at the hotel porters and staff to get their shit in gear, the boss was ready to catch a jet and head to Texas.  Hillary noticed the rotten wood of the desk and the threadbare curtains and the scuffed up carpet in the hall as she walked to the elevator, going down.

Flying like a little darts Huma and Cheryl gently pushed and bumped people out of the way to allow Hillary to walk to her car and through the lobby without stopping.  The two girls spent a lot of time chasing the little people away while always pretending Hillary was too busy at times to stop and chat with voters or even the press.  It was the con job that kept all of them in power and secured their larger than life incomes.

The letters and pencils stuffed inside Hillary's purse made her feel like a boarding school teacher at times always running late as she arrived in her black S.U.V. and the comfortable leather seats.

She would be out of Nevada in less than an hour, maybe Texas would be better.  Sanders was again kicking her ass and South Carolina would also fall to Bernie.

Hillary needed a new plan.

Her stillness made Huma and Cheryl nervous, sometimes they thought she was dead.

They were never sure, she was having another episode inside the car.

They pulled the internal shades and looked at each other.

Next stop Texas and more pills.

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