SHOCKED SMART
CH. 1
Jack emerged from his bathroom, dressed, but still yawning and scratching himself randomly. He wandered sleepily to his refrigerator and opened the door.
"Drat – out of OJ," he lamented to himself. "Well, there's always Will's fridge."
Jack ambled across the hall to the always unlocked door of Apartment 9C, entered and made his way to his friend's refrigerator. Opening it, he made a disappointing discovery – Will didn't have any juice either!
"Is there an orange juice shortage this week?" he cried out to no one in particular. Will was still dressing when he heard Jack's grumbling and walked into the dining area still knotting his tie.
"Gosh, sorry Jack. Grace must've drunk it all. She had to leave early to have time to meet a new client, but I'll get some more today," the attorney offered.
"But I'm here now," Jack whined.
"Can't help ya there, bud. I just don't have any," Will reiterated exasperatedly, returning to his room to finish dressing leaving a pouting Jack in his wake.
Jack's eyes wandered around Will's apartment and finally rested on a large bowl of oranges on the table. Filled with sudden inspiration, Jack grabbed the bowl and headed back to the kitchen intending to use Will's juicer to make some fresh juice. Looking around, he didn't see it in its usual place.
"WILL! Where's your juicer?"" he yelled as he began rummaging through the kitchen cabinets. He quickly located the errant appliance and placed it on the counter
"Don't use the juicer, Jack. It's broken," Will said as he re-emerged, slipping on his jacket.
"Huh?" Jack queried absently as he started to plug in the device.
"NO, JACK! NO!" Will shouted, but it was too late. As the plug made contact with the electrical outlet, a loud crackle resounded through the flat. Jack's whole body shuddered and his head snapped back as the electrical surge enveloped his body. Will lunged into the kitchen, grabbed an oven mitt, and yanked the plug from the outlet. Jack collapsed on the floor unconscious.
"Jack! Jack, buddy. Are you all right?" Will asked desperately as he knelt by his friend and felt for a pulse. It was there but weak and irregular. Will quickly flipped out his cell phone and dialed 911.