Chapter 7

"Laura!" Luke yelled running towards the cabin. She did not answer.

He started removing the debris that covered the trap door as fast as he could.

"Laura, I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm going to get you out of there."

A couple of hours passed, but Luke continued digging. He finally made his way to the cellar only to find that the trap door had been blown off.

"Laura!" he yelled. There was no answer.

He jumped down into the cellar and found her. She was laying unconscious on the floor.

"Laura!" he said again trying to wake her up. He turned her over and saw a large wound on her head. Blood was running down her face and into her blonde hair.

He took off his shirt and ripped a sleeve off to make a bandage for her head. He checked the rest of her for injuries.

She had numerous cuts and he could see some bruises starting to form. He noticed that her leg was bent in an unnatural position. It was safe to guess that it was broken.

What bothered him the most was a piece of wood sticking out of her shoulder. He started to remove it, but it didn't want to budge. It was embedded in her as if it had been an arrow shot from a bow. He decided it was best to leave it for now, since he didn't want to risk breaking it off in her shoulder.

He picked up the cell phone and dialed 911.

"I need an ambulance. My wife has been injured. We are in a cabin along Highway 20 about 15 miles north of Beecher's Corners.

"It may be several hours before we can get anyone there sir," the lady said.

"I need them here NOW!" Luke yelled.

"I'm sorry sir, the storm has the roads blocked. We can't get an ambulance to you until the roads are cleared. It could quite some time."

"Thank you," Luke said with his voice breaking up. He leaned against the wall slid down it till he was sitting beside Laura. "I hope Laura can hang on that long," he said to himself.

He looked at Laura. "Please don't leave me," he whispered to her as the tears began rolling down his face.