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CLARE POV
Well this is just PERFECT. Just what I needed, to be stuck in an elevator with a crack head and a workaholic…
The worst part is, is that the lights won't come back on and its been about 2 hours. "Oh my god!" the lady yelled, "I missed my 'appointment'!" "Do we seem like we care?" the guy said. "I don't give two shits if you care, but I do!" she yelled back. "Well maybe if your stink didn't stop the elevator we wouldn't be stuck!"
They argued back and forth for a while before I finally intervened, "Will you both just shut up? This is already hell enough without you two screaming down each other's necks!" They both looked shocked, probably because I haven't talked since the lights were shut off. "Whatever." She scowled and turned towards the wall. "I don't know how it's possible, but do you think it's getting darker in here?" he asked. "Good," the lady spat. I just ignored her, I put my hand in front of my face; I couldn't see ANYTHING.
"What should we do," I was cut off by a sudden pain in my left leg. "What the hell?" I screamed and dropped to the floor.
All of a sudden the doors opened revealing the light and some firefighters and mechanics. I looked down at my leg and saw a shard of glass sticking out of it. The man and woman both had that shocked look on their faces again. "Why do you guys look so surprised? One of you did it!" I said as they lifted me off the floor and onto a stretcher. They both shook their heads. "Whatever." I laid my head down and off we went in the ambulance.
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ELI POV
"Clare! I'm home!" I yelled as I walked through the door of our apartment. "Clare?" No answer.
I searched the whole place and couldn't find her. I grabbed my phone and dialed her cell. "Hello?" A deep voice answered. "Who is this?" Clare would never cheat on me, ever, at least I don't think…
"This is Eli, who is this?" I said getting angrier. "This is Dr. Christopilis at the Toronto Hospital. "And why do you have my girlfriend's cell phone?" "She was stuck in an elevator for a few hours and was stabbed in the left side with piece of glass. She is fine she just needed a couple of stitches." He explained and my anger melted away and turned into worry. "I'll be right down." I hung up and ran to Morty.
I made it to the hospital in about two minutes on account of how fast I was going…
I ran to the receptionist's desk, "I'm looking for Clare Edwards." I said hurriedly. "That would be room 308 on the third floor." I nodded my thank you and took the elevator to the third floor and pretty much sprinted to her room.
I opened the door to a guy lifting up Clare's gown. I cleared my throat. "Eli! I missed you!" Clare said as I walked over and kissed the top of her head. The doctor lifted her gown up to her chest, I was started to get a little mad at the he was acting, even if he is a doctor. I looked at where he was looking. I saw a deep gash on her waist. I clenched my fists and my knuckles went white. "What happened?" I asked, "I think I'll leave you two alone." The doctor smiled and walked out, thank god.
"I was going to take a walk so I got in the elevator along with a business looking guy and, what I was sure, some crack head. We were about to the first floor when the elevator stopped and the lights went out. A couple hours later someone fell into the mirror on the wall and it shattered. A shard of it shot out and hit me in the side," she took a deep breath, "well I think that's what happened."
"What do you mean you 'think' that's what happened?" I raised an eyebrow. "It was pitch black in there! I couldn't see anything!" she started to breathe heavily. "Clare, Clare, calm down. I understand, just as long as you're OK?" She relaxed a little and nodded. I smiled and captured her lips in a chaste kiss. "I think I have a solution." She motioned for me to go on, "Lets get the hell out of Toronto and go see your family?" I offered.
She shook her head yes and giggled.
