Chapter 9

In the cabin, Luke was growing worried. Half an hour had passed. Laura was still unconscious. He knew that he had to do something.

He picked up the cell phone and called 911 again.

"Yes, I called for an ambulance about half an hour ago. We are in a cabin along Highway 20 about 15 miles north of Beecher's Corners."

"Yes sir. The roads are still blocked. We are working on getting to you."

"Listen, my wife is badly injured. She may not make it if we have to wait much longer."

"What are the nature of her injuries, Sir?" the lady asked.

"She has a broken leg, but that can wait. There's a piece of wood lodged in her shoulder. I was afraid to try to remove it."

"Is she conscious?"

"No."

"Is she breathing?"

Luke checked Laura to see. "Yes."

"Ok, Sir. Has the storm completely passed your area."

"Yes. The wind has died down and I can see the sun coming out from behind the clouds. Why?"

"Sir, I just contacted General Hospital in Port Charles. They are sending a helicopter to pick bring her in."

"Thank you," Luke said gratefully.

"They will only be able to land on the highway can you walk back there so they can find you?"

"I guess," Luke said reluctantly. He looked at Laura. "I really don't want to leave my wife."

"Sir, we can get help to her faster if we don't have to guess where you are," the lady told him.

"I understand. I'll go meet them," he said hanging up.

Luke looked at Laura and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry Angel, help is on the way."