ALLY'S POINT OF VIEW
I jump up, absolutely startled, with Austin right behind me, wrapping me in the blanket for protection. I hate the darkness. I'm so scared.
Trish wakes up. "C'mon, you guys," she moans. "I was hardly asleep."
"We didn't do anything," I cry.
She stands up and stretches. Dez wakes up, too.
They yawn simultaneously.
"What was that," Austin asks.
"I don't know." I feel weak-kneed and I sit myself down so I don't collapse.
Dez walks around the table to stand beside Trish and I but suddenly-
creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaa ak-SMASH!
He falls through my floor.
"Dez!" we all yell at once. His like is more than half-way through my floor and he is sitting there silently. Is he conscious?
"Ow," he whispers quietly.
I jump from Austin's hold and say, "we need light," and signal for Austin to join me in the kitchen. He follows and we're both in there, frantically searching for flashlights, candles, matches, anything that will help us see better.
Just as I think I see a match, the lights come back on and I sigh in relief. I rush to the linen closet by the bathroom and grab the first aid kit, towels, and my phone in case we need to rush him to the hospital.
As we get back in to the living room, we see Trish trying to slowly and carefully help Dez out of the hole. Austin runs to her side and starts to pull him, too, while I try to direct them around the sharp edges of the floorboards.
"A little left," I say. Then right. Then left. Then a little more right.
Once they get his leg out, I quickly wrap a towel around his leg to stop the bleeding.
"It looks a little tight," Austin says.
"Is it too tight, Dez," I ask. No response. We all look to see him unconscious. "Shoot," I say.
Trish gets down and tries to wake him up. "Dez," she coos. "Dez, get up."
"Check his pulse," I instruct. I'm glad I took a first aid course in the seventh grade.
Austin does and feels one immediately. "Now what?"
"Check to make sure he hasn't hit his head. Trish, come and hold this cloth right here and don't move it."
I start to wipe the excess blood from his leg. Luckily, it didn't get on anything else. I put some cream on Dez's open wounds that weren't covered by the cloth. Finally, I put on a numbing cream. Soon after, Dez starts to come to.
"Dez!" Austin sighs in relief.
Trish starts to cry of happiness.
I sit back and take a deep breath and relax, relieved.
"What happened," Dez asks, confused.
"You fell through Ally's floor," Trish answers.
"Oh," Dez responds. "Ow."
"Are you in pain," I asked, concerned.
"No," he replies. "Just the thought is painful." He adjusts himself. "Can we watch the movie now?"
We laugh. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital to get it checked out? I'm not a doctor," I say.
"Nah," he says. "It doesn't hurt."
"Well I'm still gonna call and ask about how to treat it. Start the movie." I walk in to the kitchen with my phone and dial the non-emergency line.
AUSTIN'S POINT OF VIEW
I put the movie in and Trish settles on one side of Dez. I settle on the other. I make sure I'm close enough to the kit in case.
I see Dez starting to doze again and nudge him awake. "Do you want to go to sleep," I ask. "I can move you somewhere comfortable."
"No," he says. "I want to watch the movie, I'm just a little drained from you know, falling through a house." He laughs.
Trish has already fallen asleep, her head kind of resting on Dez's shoulder. I roll my eyes. They're clearly meant for each other.
Ally comes back in and sits beside me. "Okay," she says. "We're good. I called and asked if it was something urgent. They asked if he was still bleeding, and he isn't. She said that we should at least take you to the clinic tomorrow, Dez."
"Fine," he says. "Thanks, Ally."
"No problem."