Disclaimer: Janet owns the characters. I am only borrowing them for awhile.
Attacked
Stephanie woke up as the siren shrilled. She was getting pretty good at getting ready in the fifteen minutes allowed. Mind you, when she finally got out, she planned on a morning and evening shower every day for the rest of her life until the water ran cold. Her very short shower time was scheduled for late at night and she still felt icky starting her day without one.
As the cell doors clicked open, Stephanie slipped her feet into her laceless runners. She prepared to exit her cell and begin another day. Her thoughts were of Ranger and how much she loved him. When she was finally released she was planning on having him in her life for as long as he would have her.
She smiled at his picture hanging over the head of her cot. He was dressed in his Rangeman uniform and leaning by the Porsche with his sunglasses perched on top of his head. He was wearing his Kevlar vest and looked like he was getting dressed for a take-down. His hair was down and hanging in soft waves to his shoulders and a smile that made his eyes twinkle. It was probably her favorite picture of him. Sending a silent prayer wishing him a safe day, she stood up from her cot.
Smiling she stepped to her doorway. Suddenly, it was filled with a number of women.
As she stepped back in confusion, she felt a sudden sharp pain in her stomach area, then another and another. Gasping, she lurched back into her cell, grabbing the edge of her cot as she collapsed to the floor.
Nobody said anything and the opening cleared as quickly as it had filled. Stephanie gasped and moaned. After what seemed forever, the hallway cleared and the guard following the inmates noticed Stephanie laying on the floor.
Immediately she radioed for help and alerted the supervisor. Paramedics rushed to her cell and tried to staunch the flow of blood. As the medical staff were attending to Stephanie, the floor supervisor was shouting questions at her. "Did she know who did it, how many women were involved, had they said anything to her?" Unable to do anything but concentrate on breathing, Stephanie could only shake her head. Her worst fears had been realized. After all the safety precautions she had done, they had still gotten to her.
The medics called for a stretcher and lifted her on it, strapping her down hard. Pushing the gurney in front of them, they rushed her to the infirmary for a preliminary examination. Stephanie tried to stay conscious but she felt the familiar walls closing in on her.
Her last thoughts were of Ranger.
OK Everyone. Breathe In Breathe Out
