'I dont wanna die.' She thought but couldnt speak for the lump rising in her throat as Hook spoke to otto through the intercom.
The lift started up once again and she let out a huge sigh of relief but almost screamed with frustration when it stopped only a few seconds later.
"Dr Hook, the lift is jammed in the shaft, i'm gonna have to call some professionals." Otto told him and Hook frowned. 'I thought you were the professional!' he thought but letting otto go and get help.
He glanced at Chris behind him, who looked like she was ready to collapse with the heat and lack of air in the small lift. She swayed violently from side to side, her skin looked clammy and pale and he could hear her breaths coming out in sharp rasps.
"You ok?" he asked, his voice travelling the metre space between them but when it reached her, it was barely audible to her.
She didnt say anything, instead she just looked at him before she reached out for the metal wall to steady herself. She closed her eyes and began to breathe deeply but when she opened them, her vision was terribly blurry and before she could reach out for him, she lost consciousness, falling to the floor with a thud and landed in a heap. He rushed over to her, immediately dropping to his knees and moving her hair away from her mouth and throat. He began to gently massage her throat and neck area to increase the act of breathing and swallowing so she wouldnt choke or suffucate.
After a while she opened her eyes and was drawn back into consciousness but felt dizzy when she looked up at Hook.
"hey." he smiled as he gently brushed her hair away from her eyes.
"mmm." she groaned, frowning as pain wracked through her body.
As the ant eater and the little girl disappeared, Lona looked at Elmer's body, he was breathing and his eyes were looking around. As she made her way over to him, he began to speak, quietly as first, but gradually getting louder.
"lona?" he choked and she looked over him.
"yeah?" she asked, tears staining her cheeks.
"Did you mean it?" he asked, trying to raise a hand to his forehead which was pounding.
"I..I -er think so." she stuttered, unsure of what she was feeling.
Chris stood up, but almost fell back down again as pain washed over her so he lent her a hand, which she took gratefully and got back up again, leaning lazily against the wall.
"What happened?" he asked, but she didnt say anything, instead she began to sway again. "You feel like you're gonna faint again?"
She nodded slightly and he rushed to her side, helping her lower herself to the ground and she leaned her head backwards, looking up at the lights on the roof of the small elevator box. After a while the lights began to make her dizzy so she shook her head lightly and closed her eyes.
"Chris?" he called but she didnt open her eyes. "Chris??" he asked, trying to get a response from him, but she didnt answer him. Finally she opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Mm?" she answered, too weak to form words.
"You alright?" he asked, crouching down in front of her.
He placed a hand to her cheek, immediately flinching at the touch of her hot and clammy skin. Gently he lifted her head up until she was looking at him, but her eyes were rolling back and forth as if attached to strings, this worried him.
"it's hot, so hot." she breathed, and he brushed her hair out of her eyes, noting how hot her forehead was.
"Dont close your eyes." he willed but she couldnt keep them open any longer. This 'outburst' was completely unexplainable and neither could figure out why she had collapsed and was so hot.
"I need a drink." she whined and it hit him.
"When was the last time you drank?" he asked, lifting her head up with his hand.
"Umm, last night maybe." she spoke between sharp breaths.
"Chris, i think you're dehydrated, why didnt you drink this morning?" he asked with sympathy laced in his voice.
"I was gonna but stegman called me to the ER and then i had job after job after job and i just forgot." she answered, tears filling up in her eyes once again.
"You are human, you have to remember to drink once in a while." he answered, sounding harsh, but only because he was worried about her. Before his eyes, she began to cry, making his heart break in two.
"Hey, hey, it's ok. I'm not having a go at you, it's just if you dont drink, you'll get ill." he told her softly but she didnt stop crying, instead it made her cry more. "chris!" he shook his head slightly before sliding down onto the space beside her, pulling her body into his arms. The stress and frustration had finally got to her and she couldnt stop the sobs that wracked through her body violently. He closed his eyes as she laid her head on his shoulder and sobbed consistently, taking time to wipe her eyes every now and then, whilst he ran a hand down her spine, his other hand stroking her hair affectionately and he was murmuring a low 'Shh' sound. It was at that point he began to feel something; a tingling feeling in the pit oh his stomach and he felt himself looking at her in a completely different way.
Sure he had always thought she was pretty, if not beautiful but now he was finding himself attracted to her and wanting to kiss her tempting lips. He shook his head to wake himself up, (so to speak) and began to pray that he wouldnt....
Elmer tried to sit up but found it too painful so Lona helped him lay back down again.
"I thought i'd lost you." she spoke, trying to stop her voice from shaking again.
"Us Traff's never give up." he grinned and she let out a smile before taking his hand hers, a tear slipping down her cheek when she did so.