Chapter 1: Whoo boy, that's a humdinger!...
Extending a hand down, a familiar voice asked, "You okay Nora?"
Painfully opening her eyes, Nora reached out to take his hand. Pulling her up, Jeff searched her face for obvious injury.
"I, I don't feel so well." Her eyes rolled back in her head, as she felt herself falling. Jeff caught her as she started to crumple, picking her up in his arms.
"Trish, get the keys to my vette," he commanded. Trish hurriedly dialed Matt's number as she watched Jeff's car, tires squealing, as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"Matt, I'm so glad I caught you, Jeff is going to be a little late..."
At the Hardy household:
Matt pulled out a chair for Amy, as Gilbert Hardy, Matt and Jeff's Dad, led the blessing. "Amen." Opening his eyes, he suggested, "Why don't we talk for a bit, until Jeff gets here."
"Well, Dad, it may be awhile..." Matt trailed off as they heard the front door open.
"How did everything go son, is Nora okay?"
Jeff rubbed his face wearily, "She has a concussion, but otherwise they think she will be okay. There only concern is she hasn't woken up yet." Jeff frowned, "She has some nasty bruises on her face too."
Amy reached out to squeeze his hand, "The good thing is, at least you were able to rescue her in time, before she got even more trampled I mean."
Jeff was silent. *Yeah, I suppose, but I still wish I would have gotten there sooner,* he mentally berated himself.
"How is she doing?" Trish asked, wrapping an arm around Jeff's waist as she took a seat next to the Hardy's father.
"Other than a concussion, the doctor's think she will be okay," Jeff answered for a second time that evening.
Trish scowled, "Well Vince should have told us that the Rock was going to be signing autographs in the parking lot." Trish stamped her foot, "That was need-to-know information, we were uninformed!" she declared angrily.
"Oh honey, you're so cute when you are mad." Leaning over, Jeff cupped her chin in his left hand, giving her a sweet kiss on the lips.
"Then I will have to get mad more often, won't I," Trish replied with an impish light in her eyes.
"Would you two cut it out" Matt and Amy complained, glancing at each other uncomfortably.
Gilbert looked at Matt and Amy in surprise. Giving them one last look, he announced, "Everyone dig in."
Rolling over in bed, Jeff irritably swiped at his alarm clock, nearly knocking it off his nightstand. Until Jeff opened one eye in realization that it wasn't his alarm, but the insistent ringing of the phone. Fumbling for the receiver, he finally picked up, "Hello," he answered groggily,
"This is the hospital, we need you to get down here right away!" the young woman spoke urgently into the phone.
Instantly awake, Jeff sat up in bed, eyes wide. "What is it, is Nora okay?!"
Extending a hand down, a familiar voice asked, "You okay Nora?"
Painfully opening her eyes, Nora reached out to take his hand. Pulling her up, Jeff searched her face for obvious injury.
"I, I don't feel so well." Her eyes rolled back in her head, as she felt herself falling. Jeff caught her as she started to crumple, picking her up in his arms.
"Trish, get the keys to my vette," he commanded. Trish hurriedly dialed Matt's number as she watched Jeff's car, tires squealing, as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"Matt, I'm so glad I caught you, Jeff is going to be a little late..."
At the Hardy household:
Matt pulled out a chair for Amy, as Gilbert Hardy, Matt and Jeff's Dad, led the blessing. "Amen." Opening his eyes, he suggested, "Why don't we talk for a bit, until Jeff gets here."
"Well, Dad, it may be awhile..." Matt trailed off as they heard the front door open.
"How did everything go son, is Nora okay?"
Jeff rubbed his face wearily, "She has a concussion, but otherwise they think she will be okay. There only concern is she hasn't woken up yet." Jeff frowned, "She has some nasty bruises on her face too."
Amy reached out to squeeze his hand, "The good thing is, at least you were able to rescue her in time, before she got even more trampled I mean."
Jeff was silent. *Yeah, I suppose, but I still wish I would have gotten there sooner,* he mentally berated himself.
"How is she doing?" Trish asked, wrapping an arm around Jeff's waist as she took a seat next to the Hardy's father.
"Other than a concussion, the doctor's think she will be okay," Jeff answered for a second time that evening.
Trish scowled, "Well Vince should have told us that the Rock was going to be signing autographs in the parking lot." Trish stamped her foot, "That was need-to-know information, we were uninformed!" she declared angrily.
"Oh honey, you're so cute when you are mad." Leaning over, Jeff cupped her chin in his left hand, giving her a sweet kiss on the lips.
"Then I will have to get mad more often, won't I," Trish replied with an impish light in her eyes.
"Would you two cut it out" Matt and Amy complained, glancing at each other uncomfortably.
Gilbert looked at Matt and Amy in surprise. Giving them one last look, he announced, "Everyone dig in."
Rolling over in bed, Jeff irritably swiped at his alarm clock, nearly knocking it off his nightstand. Until Jeff opened one eye in realization that it wasn't his alarm, but the insistent ringing of the phone. Fumbling for the receiver, he finally picked up, "Hello," he answered groggily,
"This is the hospital, we need you to get down here right away!" the young woman spoke urgently into the phone.
Instantly awake, Jeff sat up in bed, eyes wide. "What is it, is Nora okay?!"