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Last real and longest chapter ever on this story

911 Emergency

Lucy walked down the stairs to the 4th floor, getting slower each step. She just couldn't take the heat anymore. Lucy Kinkirk let herself fall, and she drifted away.

Ben pulled him self up one more flight. 4th floor. He was about to go up one more floor, when something blonde caught his eye. He bent down and was astonished to see that this golden hair female was his only brother's wife.

Lucy felt herself being picked up, being moved. She slowly felt cooler, and air, Lucy felt, was easier to come by. Lucy began to feel her chest tighten and she gasped for air. Something was slipped over her mouth, and oxygen flooded her lungs. She opened her eyes and only saw the gray skies above.

Without hesitation, Ben picked up Lucy Kinkirk and began to run with her downstairs as if she weighed nothing. They burst out into the wide open spaces and though it was 79 degrees Fahrenheit, it felt as though it was 50. Ben jogged over a ambulance, and wordlessly the EMS took Lucy and placed an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose. He prayed for Lucy to be okay like a bear prays for honey. She fluttered open her eyes, and Ben breathed a deep sign of relief. He began to talk gently to Luce. "Hey Lucy, it's Ben. Don't worry, you're safe now, and we're going to get as many of your friends as possible. So you just hang out and I'll go call Kevin."

The phone rang at the eldest Kinkirk's house, and he lunged for it. "Kevin Kinkirk." "Kevin, it's Ben. Have you heard about the Twin Towers?" "Yes. Oh, Ben, please, tell me Lucy's okay!!!" "Lucy will be okay. I got her out of the tower, but she has a lot of smoke in her system. Drop Elijah off at your neighbor's and meet her at NY Presybyterian." Kevin breathed a deeper sigh of relief and grabbed Elijah.

Kevin pulled up to the hospital, parking the car in an illegal spot. He rushed into the ER, overwhelmed by the number of people there. There were so many people there, they were on the floor and in the windows. He waited in a mild queue to talk to the clerk. After about 15 minutes, he reached him. "Please, sir, I received a call from a Ben Kinkirk about my wife, Lucy Kinkirk. The clerk checked the computer. "Room 1867, on the left." Kevin slowly approached the room. He walked in, and saw the love of his life asleep with ashen gray cheeks and hair. Kevin could see a long, narrow burn on her right arm. He let out even more breath. Lucy opened her eyes, and faintly smiled at him. "Oh, thank God, you're okay!" Lucy answered, "What happened? All I remember is a loud noise, and heat, and I just started to run down the stairs." "Luce... the noise was a plane hitting the building. Terrorist hijacked 4 planes. One hit the other Trade Center, one hit the Pentagon, and one crashed in a field in Pennsylvania." The look on Lucy's face registered shock. "Where's Ben? I saw him. Outside. Where is he?" "I don't know, Luce, I don't know." Husband and wife broke down right there.

"What are you two crying about? You're supposed to be happy you're not dead!!" asked a mysterious voice. "Ben!" cried Kevin "Ben!" whispered Lucy. "Mommy!" cried Elijah. "Elijah, sweetie. Are you okay?" "Yes. Untle Ben got mes." Lucy smiled; Kevin smiled; Ben smiled; and Elijah laughed. They were not your average family, but they were the happiest you'd see on that fateful day.

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