Serial Novel: Falling in Public, Ch. 34
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Falling in Public
Chapter 34
Shielded by the file cabinets for a few more seconds, Holly glanced out the window to confirm her fears, all too cognizant of the footsteps coming their way. She probably would have been able to make the six foot jump if not for her bad leg, but Eddie could do it.
"You should go," she whispered, pointing to the window. "Get out and get help."
He shook his head, holding a finger to his lips. Looking all around, he finally stopped and pointed to a small space between the wall and the massive desk. In order to get in it she'd have to slide on her butt between two more file cabinets, but even if the men found her they'd have to move a lot of furniture to get to her.
"Go Eddie. Get help." She sat on the floor and started scooting back into the hole. The men were just on the other side of the file cabinets, and she knew they were out of time. As she started pulling herself between the wall and the desk, she saw Eddie disappear, and could only hope he'd gone out the window soon enough.
Wincing at the pain, she pulled her legs up as tightly to her chest as she could and secured them with her arms. Chaos reigned all around, it seemed, and from the bits and pieces of conversation she caught, they assumed both she and Eddie had run off. Careful not to make a sound, she lowered her head to her knees, praying they wouldn't move the desk.
***
It felt like an eternity to Holly as she waited, but when they were finally all gone, she forced herself to stay hidden longer, just to be sure. When she finally began to unfold herself, she swore her legs creaked in protest when she straightened them. But getting out the way she'd gotten in proved nearly impossible, and by the time she was finally out, tears were running down her face and the her wounded leg burned as if she'd been shot all over again.
Not sure whether the men would be back or not, she knew she had to move. The wheelchair would be conspicuous, but she tried taking a few tentative steps, and nearly fell when her bad leg gave out. Resigning herself to the chair, she sat down and propped her foot up on one of the metal rests. Using her arms, she swung the chair around and wheeled herself to the door, listening carefully before she pulled it open.
The halls were empty, and she made good time - better than she'd thought she would. Following Natalie's instructions, she found the door to the parking lot and let herself out, surprised to find the same driver who had taken her home from Eddie's house that day wating in front of the door.
"Eddie told me you might be needing a lift to the hospital," the man said, holding the rear passenger door open. "Do you need help getting out of the chair?"
She shook her head, but didn't argue when he steadied the chair so she could boost herself up and into the car. Waiting impatiently while he stowed the chair in the trunk, she spoke as soon as he got behind the wheel.
"Where's Eddie? Is he okay?"
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Falling in Public
Chapter 34
Shielded by the file cabinets for a few more seconds, Holly glanced out the window to confirm her fears, all too cognizant of the footsteps coming their way. She probably would have been able to make the six foot jump if not for her bad leg, but Eddie could do it.
"You should go," she whispered, pointing to the window. "Get out and get help."
He shook his head, holding a finger to his lips. Looking all around, he finally stopped and pointed to a small space between the wall and the massive desk. In order to get in it she'd have to slide on her butt between two more file cabinets, but even if the men found her they'd have to move a lot of furniture to get to her.
"Go Eddie. Get help." She sat on the floor and started scooting back into the hole. The men were just on the other side of the file cabinets, and she knew they were out of time. As she started pulling herself between the wall and the desk, she saw Eddie disappear, and could only hope he'd gone out the window soon enough.
Wincing at the pain, she pulled her legs up as tightly to her chest as she could and secured them with her arms. Chaos reigned all around, it seemed, and from the bits and pieces of conversation she caught, they assumed both she and Eddie had run off. Careful not to make a sound, she lowered her head to her knees, praying they wouldn't move the desk.
***
It felt like an eternity to Holly as she waited, but when they were finally all gone, she forced herself to stay hidden longer, just to be sure. When she finally began to unfold herself, she swore her legs creaked in protest when she straightened them. But getting out the way she'd gotten in proved nearly impossible, and by the time she was finally out, tears were running down her face and the her wounded leg burned as if she'd been shot all over again.
Not sure whether the men would be back or not, she knew she had to move. The wheelchair would be conspicuous, but she tried taking a few tentative steps, and nearly fell when her bad leg gave out. Resigning herself to the chair, she sat down and propped her foot up on one of the metal rests. Using her arms, she swung the chair around and wheeled herself to the door, listening carefully before she pulled it open.
The halls were empty, and she made good time - better than she'd thought she would. Following Natalie's instructions, she found the door to the parking lot and let herself out, surprised to find the same driver who had taken her home from Eddie's house that day wating in front of the door.
"Eddie told me you might be needing a lift to the hospital," the man said, holding the rear passenger door open. "Do you need help getting out of the chair?"
She shook her head, but didn't argue when he steadied the chair so she could boost herself up and into the car. Waiting impatiently while he stowed the chair in the trunk, she spoke as soon as he got behind the wheel.
"Where's Eddie? Is he okay?"
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