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|On The Prowl (standard:mystery, 7298 words)|
|Author: Sarah Spenser||Added: Nov 28 2005||Views/Reads: 1936/1350||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|See if Allie lives in this next chapter!|
3. Feverish Pace Connor talked to Allie during the drive to the hospital. He felt her head periodically and noted that she was burning up. He knew that her escape from the hospital only made her worse, and fear gripped his heart as he pulled in to the ER's ambulance bay. He parked the car far enough away so the ambulances could pass, and scooped Allie up and dashed inside. "Someone help!" he shouted frantically trying to get the receptionist's attention. "What's the problem, sir?" she asked annoyed putting down her stack of paperwork. "My wife's unconscious! She has a really high fever and she escaped from the hospital and ..." "Slow down, sir. Beverly we need help out here!" Beverly came running around the corner and gasped when she saw Allison. "We've been looking all over for her. Where did she go?" "To the river. She followed me, Beverly. Then she just collapsed! She regained consciousness on the way here but just for a moment. I'm scared." His heart was pounding as the color drained from his face. He was pale and Beverly was afraid she'd have two patients to treat if she didn't calm him down. "Connor, calm down. We're going to do all we can for Allison. Let me get her into a cubicle. Go wait in the waiting room. I'll be out to talk to you as soon as I know anything." Connor walked slowly to the waiting room, but not before calling Lynn and his parents. Beverly worked feverishly over Allison to try and determine what was wrong. She had suspected an infection of some sort, her fever was still very high and they were no closer to determining the cause. Beverly took Allison's temperature again and noted that it was 104. She dialed Amanda Shephard and while she waited for her to arrive, she tried to bring Allison around. "Allison? It's Beverly. Can you hear me?" but she didn't respond, Beverly tapped her lightly on the shoulder. But still nothing, Amanda appeared frazzled in the doorway when she finally arrived. "She escaped!" Amanda said rushing to attend to Allison. "She did. Connor found her by the river. She must've followed him there. Then he says that she just collapsed." "Okay, did you take her temperature?" "It's 104. I want to do a blood count." "Do it, put a rush on it. Do a ABG, CBC and Chem7." Amanda ordered. Beverly drew Allison's blood and sent it off to the lab. She then moved Allison back to her room. When she entered the waiting room to update Connor, she saw the three familiar faces that she had come to know. Clint and Thelma sat huddled on a couch, while Lynn wept openly. Connor was doing his best to comfort her as tears cascaded down Lynn's cheeks. "She's going to be fine, Lynn. She's a fighter, she has Francie and me to live for." "You don't know that!" Lynn sobbed dabbing at her eyes. "No, but I know Allie. She isn't going to give up that easily." Beverly stood quietly observing the situation. She cleared her throat and approached. "Connor, I have some news for you." "How is she?" Connor asked breathlessly. "Well, we don't know what's causing her fever, she's probably unconscious because of the fever. Her fever's 104, we're running some blood tests to see if anything shows up there." "Can I see her?" "Yes of course. We just moved her back to her room. She's still unconscious." "I just want to sit with her." Connor said rising from his chair. He entered Allie's room quietly and sat by her bed. He took her hand and talked to her in a low whisper. As he looked at her, guilt welled up inside him. Why did he leave her home and go to work? Why didn't he have Bob or another officer search the river? She wouldn't be in this state if he had stayed with her. He wouldn't have let her out of his sight. He wondered how Beverly had let her escape, but that didn't matter now. All that mattered was that Allie was well again. "Allie, I love you, honey. You're in the hospital. You collapsed at the river bank. But Beverly and Amanda are taking care of you and you're going to be just fine, sweetness. You have to be fine, Allison. I don't know what I'd do without you. Eagle's playing you like a fiddle, he knew that you would go down to that river. That was one hell of a crazy thing you did, Allie! How could you do such a thing? You jeopardized your health for what?" he stopped realized that he was yelling at her instead of talking to her. "Oh, Allie, I'm sorry. I love you so much, honey. I don't know what to do anymore. We're all here, sweetheart. Lynn, and my parents, we're all pulling for you. The last 6 years have been the happiest years of my life, Allie. I love you with all my heart and soul, and I never thought I'd find love after Grace. I thought I was a doomed man, until you came into my office that day and charmed me with those captivating blue eyes of yours ..." he stopped speaking when he saw her eyes flicker. "Allie?" he said softly. She stirred and Click here to read the rest of this story (530 more lines)
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