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|Just Before Dawn chapter 3 (standard:mystery, 12548 words)|
|Author: Sarah Spenser||Added: Feb 20 2005||Views/Reads: 1977/1270||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This chapter picks up from where Allison opened the pipe bomb. Can Connor act quick enough to save her life?|
3. Hearts Collide “Hang on, sweetheart! I'll call an ambulance! Everything's going to be all right! I love you, Allie!” Scarlet began to squawk, sensing something was wrong with Allison. Connor was trying to calm him down when he heard bubbling. At first he thought it was another explosion, and wondered if he should move Allison. But then he realized it was the pasta sauce boiling over. He quickly shut off the stove and returned to Allison's side. Tears cascaded down Connor's face as he listened to the staccato ringing in his ear. After what seemed like an eternity, the dispatcher answered, he kept glancing over at Allison who wasn't moving, she hadn't moved since the pipe bomb exploded. “911 what's your emergency?” “I need an ambulance to 24 Fallcrest Drive apartment 3A!.” “What's the problem, sir?” the dispatcher asked soothingly. “My girlfriend opened a package and it exploded! It was a pipe bomb!. She's unconscious! I don't know what to do! You've got to ...” “Sir, calm down. You're not going to be any good to her if you're not calm enough to help her yourself. Is she breathing?” Connor was pretty sure the answer was yes, but he walked over to Allison and felt her neck for a pulse. Just to be sure, he felt her wrist also. Then he saw her eye, it was bleeding and he quickly got a washcloth and applied firm but gentle pressure. “Yes.” “How long has she been unconscious?” “About five minutes.” “When did this happen?” “Just now.” “All right, sir. I want you to stay on the line with me until the paramedics get there. Does she have an open airway?” Connor checked around Allison's mouth, it didn't appear that anything was lodged there that would make it difficult for her to breathe. “Yes.” Connor answered the dispatcher's questions to the best of his knowledge, it seemed like he was stuck in a slow motion movie which had no end. The dispatcher was asking him about Allison's current condition, when she began to open her eyes. “Allison?” Connor asked kneeling beside her. He gently took her hand, she was trembling and looked at him in terror. “Allison, are you all right?” “Where am I?” “In your apartment, you opened a package that exploded.” “Wha ... what happened?” her eyes looked glazed, and Connor wasn't sure if she was understanding his words. “You opened a package that exploded.” He repeated soothingly. She grabbed his hand tightly and began to fade into unconsciousness again. “Connor, call my father ...” with the last word she passed out again. “Allison? Allison, wake up, sweetheart!” just then, Connor heard the shrill wail of sirens. He promptly hung up with the dispatcher and went to open the door for the paramedics. The paramedics raced to Allison, they carried a wide assortment of equipment: from a difibulater to a backboard. One of them questioned Connor while the other began to assess Allison's condition. She was still unconscious, the remnants of the pipe bomb were scattered everywhere. Connor wanted to be with Allison, but the paramedics told him to stay back. “Let us work. I know you want to be with her, sir but it's better if you keep your distance for now. Was she conscious?” “Yes, for a moment, but then she passed out again.” The paramedic assessed her eye, and applied gauze to try and stop the bleeding. “Sounds like a grade 3 concussion.” The paramedic stated, thinking back to the information he had gathered from Connor. Just then, Allison began to regain consciousness again. Her eyes opened slowly, as she acclimated herself with her surroundings. “What's her name?” one of the medics whose name was Frank asked. “Allison.” Connor replied trying to get a glimpse of her. “Allison? Can you hear me?” Frank asked kneeling by her side. “Who are you?” she asked weakly. “I'm Frank Barner a paramedic. Do you remember what happened?” It took several minutes for her to respond, Connor worried about her, and tried to get closer. But Frank's partner Sam gave him a stern look. Connor sat on the couch nervously twisting his hands in his lap. All he could do was watch, Frank asked his question again and received a blank stare from Allison. “What was the question?” “Okay, we're going to take you to the hospital. Lay still.” Frank said producing a backboard. Allison was confused and began to fight Frank and Sam. “Why? Why are you doing this to me? I don't even know what happened. Where's Connor?” “Allison, you have to calm down so we can help you. Just lay still and let us work. Connor's right there.” Sam pointed to Connor and he followed the paramedics out the door. He watched as Allison was strapped to the backboard to keep her neck stable and prevent further injury. During the ride to the hospital, Allison seemed dazed, she was unable to answer simple questions like her address or her age. Connor wondered if Click here to read the rest of this story (988 more lines)
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