Serial Novel: Falling in Public, Ch. 46
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Falling in Public
Chapter 46
She didn't really want to watch but Holly opened the window shade anyway, just in time to see Eddie reach the bottom of the slide with a thud. He got up, brushed himself off and looked up, squinting against the sun. She waved, and he waved back as he flung the bundle over his shoulder and started walking. In a few seconds, he'd disappeared under the wing, and she closed the shade again.
Settling into the curve of the wall, she got a bottle of water out of her supplies and took a sip. He'd left her with two liter bottles, and she tossed back a couple ibuprofen with a longer drink. Setting the bottle aside, she probed at the wound on her thigh with her fingers, noting that it had stopped bleeding, and didn't seem to hurt as bad. If those neanderthals hadn't dragged her onto the plane and dropped her, it would probably be far more stable by now. Pulling a blanket around herself, she leaned back and closed her eyes. Rest would be good. She'd need energy for later, when Eddie got back.
Something stung her hand, and she frowned, absently batting it away without bothering to open her eyes. Another pinch on her arm, then a finger. Moving restlessly, she blinked her eyes open, disoriented at the dark, unfamiliar surroundings. Then something sharp stabbed into her wounded leg, and she yelped, her heart racing as she tried to pull away, and found herself wedged into a small space with nowhere to go.
The air moved as something flew away with an annoyed squawk. Remembering the plane, she felt the space around her and found the bundle of supplies, taking the flashlight out and turning it on. How long had she been asleep, she wondered?
The plane's interior looked far more menacing in the dim beam from her flashlight, and she forced herself to take deep, even breaths as she tried to relax. Obviously that bird had thought she was an easy dinner, and she didn't want to know what the rustling noises coming from somewhere above and to the side of her position were.
A low groan carried from somewhere deeper in the plane, and she sat up straight, switching the flashlight off. The only people in that part of the plane had been her, Eddie, Natalie...and Sean. Was it possible he'd survived, tied to the seat like that? If he had, could she just leave him there?
Another groan, louder this time. The voice was definitely male. Holly closed her eyes, then opened them again, holding the flashlight tight against her chest. What if he got free on his own? What if he came after her to finish her off?
"Is anyone there? Help me! Please." Panic laced his voice, and she gripped the light harder. How could she just leave him there? But how could she help him without putting herself in danger?
There was a rattling noise, then a pause before it started again. He must still be tied down, but for how long? She considered her options. The flashlight was really her only weapon. Not wanting to draw attention, she left it off as she rifled through the other things Eddie left, but there were only a few lukewarm dinner trays and some plastic packages that felt like eating utinsels. Opening one as quietly as she could, she pulled out a plastic knife and fork, wishing desperately that they were metal.
Leaning her head back, she glanced toward the open hatch and wondered how fast she could get to the slide, if need be. Not that it would do any good if he followed her down.
Suddenly she realized the plane had gone silent again.
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Falling in Public
Chapter 46
She didn't really want to watch but Holly opened the window shade anyway, just in time to see Eddie reach the bottom of the slide with a thud. He got up, brushed himself off and looked up, squinting against the sun. She waved, and he waved back as he flung the bundle over his shoulder and started walking. In a few seconds, he'd disappeared under the wing, and she closed the shade again.
Settling into the curve of the wall, she got a bottle of water out of her supplies and took a sip. He'd left her with two liter bottles, and she tossed back a couple ibuprofen with a longer drink. Setting the bottle aside, she probed at the wound on her thigh with her fingers, noting that it had stopped bleeding, and didn't seem to hurt as bad. If those neanderthals hadn't dragged her onto the plane and dropped her, it would probably be far more stable by now. Pulling a blanket around herself, she leaned back and closed her eyes. Rest would be good. She'd need energy for later, when Eddie got back.
Something stung her hand, and she frowned, absently batting it away without bothering to open her eyes. Another pinch on her arm, then a finger. Moving restlessly, she blinked her eyes open, disoriented at the dark, unfamiliar surroundings. Then something sharp stabbed into her wounded leg, and she yelped, her heart racing as she tried to pull away, and found herself wedged into a small space with nowhere to go.
The air moved as something flew away with an annoyed squawk. Remembering the plane, she felt the space around her and found the bundle of supplies, taking the flashlight out and turning it on. How long had she been asleep, she wondered?
The plane's interior looked far more menacing in the dim beam from her flashlight, and she forced herself to take deep, even breaths as she tried to relax. Obviously that bird had thought she was an easy dinner, and she didn't want to know what the rustling noises coming from somewhere above and to the side of her position were.
A low groan carried from somewhere deeper in the plane, and she sat up straight, switching the flashlight off. The only people in that part of the plane had been her, Eddie, Natalie...and Sean. Was it possible he'd survived, tied to the seat like that? If he had, could she just leave him there?
Another groan, louder this time. The voice was definitely male. Holly closed her eyes, then opened them again, holding the flashlight tight against her chest. What if he got free on his own? What if he came after her to finish her off?
"Is anyone there? Help me! Please." Panic laced his voice, and she gripped the light harder. How could she just leave him there? But how could she help him without putting herself in danger?
There was a rattling noise, then a pause before it started again. He must still be tied down, but for how long? She considered her options. The flashlight was really her only weapon. Not wanting to draw attention, she left it off as she rifled through the other things Eddie left, but there were only a few lukewarm dinner trays and some plastic packages that felt like eating utinsels. Opening one as quietly as she could, she pulled out a plastic knife and fork, wishing desperately that they were metal.
Leaning her head back, she glanced toward the open hatch and wondered how fast she could get to the slide, if need be. Not that it would do any good if he followed her down.
Suddenly she realized the plane had gone silent again.
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