"Dad?" Elmer said quietly as he looked over at his father. Okay,
their relationship could definately be messed up at times but he knew how devoted his dad was to medicine. If there was anything that could be done to save Lona's life, he was sure that his father would try it. As he looked down at her, though laying there so pale and still, that thought didn't do a whole lot to comfort him. "Dad?" He wanted to know the answer to this, wanted to hear something that would comfort him and at the same time he was afraid to know.
Louis didn't reply for a moment, reaching out and gently checking Lona's pulse. Still weak but it looked like the second dose of epi had got her to react a bit better. If they could just get out of here soon, her chances might be pretty good.
"Dad?" Louis heard Elmer calling his name once more, his son's voice full of fright. He shook his head slightly as he turned in what he hoped was Elmer's direction. Did Lona have any idea that Elmer's feelings for her might be true love and not the crush that they had all assumed that it was.
"She's holding up pretty well." He said slowly, not wanting to give Elmer false hope but at the same time wanting to let him have something to hold onto. "Hook went to go and see about a way to get us out of here."
"Why isn't anyone looking for us?" Elmer asked quietly as he reached out and took Lona's hand, careful not to disturb the IV lines. He was sort of afraid that he might know the answer, though. Stegman.
Everyone knew how much he hated Hook. Elmer wouldn't be surprised if he knew they were stuck down here and was planning on leaving them, hoping they would all die. He swore if he found out that Stegman had done that to him, he would rip him apart with his bare hands. Lona had almost died, he knew from what his dad wasn't saying could still die pretty easily. If Stegman had endangered her like that...
"We're going to get out of here. I promise you." Louis patted his son's shoulder once more before reaching up and feeling the bags of blood.
"Okay, why don't you see about getting this one capped off? Leave the port in for now. We'll probably need it later."
Elmer nodded, a bit surprised that his dad seemed to be trusting him to do a lot. He never had before. Were things maybe improving a bit between them? Elmer definately hoped so. All he had ever wanted was his father's love and respect. "Should we go ahead and take her off of the machine?" he asked quietly as he worked on getting the IV line unhooked and the port in Lona's arm capped.
"Let's give her a bit longer." He knew that Lona could breathe on her own but considering how weak she was, allowing the machine to handle that for her for a bit longer might give her a chance to regain a tiny bit of strength. "Did she ever regain consciousness while you were down in the sleep lab?"
Elmer shook his head, reaching out and stroking Lona's forehead gently before speaking. "I think she might have moaned once but other than that, nothing, not even when I was having to get that tube in to fix her lung. Dad...." He was afraid to ask his father what it might mean that she hadn't shown any sort of response at all, was afraid to hear his own fears about what it might mean confirmed.
"Probably just as well that she didn't wake up. Spared her some pain." Louis said in what he hoped was a reassuring tone although the fact that Lona hadn't responded was definately worrisome. If he could just see then he knew he could do a better job at assessing the situation. He reached out, gently touching Lona's hair, feeling as suripticiously as he could for any signs of blood.
"It didn't even scratch her face, you know." Elmer started to ramble a bit not noticing what his father was doing. "She'll be glad of that when she wakes up." He deliberately forced himself to say when, not if. Lona had to wake up, had to be okay.
Louis signed softly as he heard this. Okay, he knew that the lack of damage to Lona's face wasn't a guarentee that there wasn't still a head injury but it definately lessened the chances. Anything hitting her head would have likely at least given her some facial scratches.
"How's she doing?" Chris said quietly so that only Louis could hear her as she approached the table. She really didn't like how pale Lona was and how still. Okay, considering the fact that she had just had emergency surgery in a morgue, it was probably a good thing that she wasn't conscious but still, shouldn't she be showing some sort of sign of awareness? Shouldn't she have reacted in some way when they were moving her down here, come to think of it?
"Check her eyes for me," Louis said softly. Okay, he didn't think there was a head injury from how his son had described things and the lack of blood in her hair but he wanted to be absolutely sure.
Chris stared at Louis in puzzlement for a moment, wondering why he hadn't done that himself before moving to Lona's side and pulling out a penlight. "Lona?" she called her friend's name as she gently opened each eyelid, flashing the light as she did so.
"Is she okay?" Elmer asked anxiously as he watched Chris.
Checking her eyes like that, did that mean that they thought that Lona had hurt her head somehow and that he was too dumb to realize it or....
"We're just being cautious." Louis responded. He could tell from his son's tone at the end of his question that he was starting to slip back into his usual fears that everyone thought he was an idiot. Honestly, what in the world had he done so wrong to make Elmer feel like that? "Chris?"
"Her eyes look fine as far as I can tell. They're equal and reactive. Probably just the bloodloss and shock knocked her out pretty good." Chris reached down as she spoke, patting Lona's cold hand. She almost felt like ice. And of course the morgue wasn't likely to have any blankets just laying around that they could get over her either. Not like many people down here would have issues with the cold.
Just then they heard a noise in the hallway and turned, Louis a bit slower than the others as Hook came in, Blankets and other supplies in his arms.
"Did you find a way out?" Louis asked quietly as Hook came over to join them, handing the blankets to Chris before starting to stack the supplies on a nearby counter.
"Nothing as far as I could see. Everything is totally blocked."
Hook looked over at Lona with more than a bit of concern as he spoke. "How long can she hold out before she needs more blood?" Even if people were already looking for them, with how bad the damage was, he knew it could take hours for someone to get through.
"An hour or so, maybe. She needs that blood before things start going downhill again." Louis tried to hide his concern as he spoke. If they didn't get out of here soon, they could definately end up losing her.
their relationship could definately be messed up at times but he knew how devoted his dad was to medicine. If there was anything that could be done to save Lona's life, he was sure that his father would try it. As he looked down at her, though laying there so pale and still, that thought didn't do a whole lot to comfort him. "Dad?" He wanted to know the answer to this, wanted to hear something that would comfort him and at the same time he was afraid to know.
Louis didn't reply for a moment, reaching out and gently checking Lona's pulse. Still weak but it looked like the second dose of epi had got her to react a bit better. If they could just get out of here soon, her chances might be pretty good.
"Dad?" Louis heard Elmer calling his name once more, his son's voice full of fright. He shook his head slightly as he turned in what he hoped was Elmer's direction. Did Lona have any idea that Elmer's feelings for her might be true love and not the crush that they had all assumed that it was.
"She's holding up pretty well." He said slowly, not wanting to give Elmer false hope but at the same time wanting to let him have something to hold onto. "Hook went to go and see about a way to get us out of here."
"Why isn't anyone looking for us?" Elmer asked quietly as he reached out and took Lona's hand, careful not to disturb the IV lines. He was sort of afraid that he might know the answer, though. Stegman.
Everyone knew how much he hated Hook. Elmer wouldn't be surprised if he knew they were stuck down here and was planning on leaving them, hoping they would all die. He swore if he found out that Stegman had done that to him, he would rip him apart with his bare hands. Lona had almost died, he knew from what his dad wasn't saying could still die pretty easily. If Stegman had endangered her like that...
"We're going to get out of here. I promise you." Louis patted his son's shoulder once more before reaching up and feeling the bags of blood.
"Okay, why don't you see about getting this one capped off? Leave the port in for now. We'll probably need it later."
Elmer nodded, a bit surprised that his dad seemed to be trusting him to do a lot. He never had before. Were things maybe improving a bit between them? Elmer definately hoped so. All he had ever wanted was his father's love and respect. "Should we go ahead and take her off of the machine?" he asked quietly as he worked on getting the IV line unhooked and the port in Lona's arm capped.
"Let's give her a bit longer." He knew that Lona could breathe on her own but considering how weak she was, allowing the machine to handle that for her for a bit longer might give her a chance to regain a tiny bit of strength. "Did she ever regain consciousness while you were down in the sleep lab?"
Elmer shook his head, reaching out and stroking Lona's forehead gently before speaking. "I think she might have moaned once but other than that, nothing, not even when I was having to get that tube in to fix her lung. Dad...." He was afraid to ask his father what it might mean that she hadn't shown any sort of response at all, was afraid to hear his own fears about what it might mean confirmed.
"Probably just as well that she didn't wake up. Spared her some pain." Louis said in what he hoped was a reassuring tone although the fact that Lona hadn't responded was definately worrisome. If he could just see then he knew he could do a better job at assessing the situation. He reached out, gently touching Lona's hair, feeling as suripticiously as he could for any signs of blood.
"It didn't even scratch her face, you know." Elmer started to ramble a bit not noticing what his father was doing. "She'll be glad of that when she wakes up." He deliberately forced himself to say when, not if. Lona had to wake up, had to be okay.
Louis signed softly as he heard this. Okay, he knew that the lack of damage to Lona's face wasn't a guarentee that there wasn't still a head injury but it definately lessened the chances. Anything hitting her head would have likely at least given her some facial scratches.
"How's she doing?" Chris said quietly so that only Louis could hear her as she approached the table. She really didn't like how pale Lona was and how still. Okay, considering the fact that she had just had emergency surgery in a morgue, it was probably a good thing that she wasn't conscious but still, shouldn't she be showing some sort of sign of awareness? Shouldn't she have reacted in some way when they were moving her down here, come to think of it?
"Check her eyes for me," Louis said softly. Okay, he didn't think there was a head injury from how his son had described things and the lack of blood in her hair but he wanted to be absolutely sure.
Chris stared at Louis in puzzlement for a moment, wondering why he hadn't done that himself before moving to Lona's side and pulling out a penlight. "Lona?" she called her friend's name as she gently opened each eyelid, flashing the light as she did so.
"Is she okay?" Elmer asked anxiously as he watched Chris.
Checking her eyes like that, did that mean that they thought that Lona had hurt her head somehow and that he was too dumb to realize it or....
"We're just being cautious." Louis responded. He could tell from his son's tone at the end of his question that he was starting to slip back into his usual fears that everyone thought he was an idiot. Honestly, what in the world had he done so wrong to make Elmer feel like that? "Chris?"
"Her eyes look fine as far as I can tell. They're equal and reactive. Probably just the bloodloss and shock knocked her out pretty good." Chris reached down as she spoke, patting Lona's cold hand. She almost felt like ice. And of course the morgue wasn't likely to have any blankets just laying around that they could get over her either. Not like many people down here would have issues with the cold.
Just then they heard a noise in the hallway and turned, Louis a bit slower than the others as Hook came in, Blankets and other supplies in his arms.
"Did you find a way out?" Louis asked quietly as Hook came over to join them, handing the blankets to Chris before starting to stack the supplies on a nearby counter.
"Nothing as far as I could see. Everything is totally blocked."
Hook looked over at Lona with more than a bit of concern as he spoke. "How long can she hold out before she needs more blood?" Even if people were already looking for them, with how bad the damage was, he knew it could take hours for someone to get through.
"An hour or so, maybe. She needs that blood before things start going downhill again." Louis tried to hide his concern as he spoke. If they didn't get out of here soon, they could definately end up losing her.