Chapter 8
Abbey stirred. 'Where am I? What's wrong?'
'Oh, that's right. My agent and I were just entering the West Wing lobby when all hell broke loose. Gary picked me out of the wheelchair and we took refuge in some sort of closet.'
As her mind cleared, she realized that she was under some kind of debris. As she moved her hand, she noticed a sticky substance on her arms and head. Okay, she was bleeding. But being in the dark, she didn't tell how bad.
"Gary! Gary!"
She felt the air stir beside her. "I'm here, ma'am. Are you okay?"
"I think so. Are you hurt?" Abbey switched into doctor mode.
"I don't think so. However, my chest hurts. It could be all this debris on it. I can't see."
The dust swirled about them, complicating any attempt to see in the dark.
"And you, ma'am?"
"I think I'm okay. My leg hurts and I'm bleeding from somewhere, but it's not too bad. Gary, please call me Abbey. We might be here for a while."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Can you communicate with anyone?"
Gary had already attempted that, with no response. "No, ma'am."
"Well, so much for modern technology." Abbey replied sarcastically.
"Yes, ma'am. Ma'am, can you move at all?"
"No. I'm pinned in between some beams. So I'm pretty much stuck."
"We should be found shortly. We just have to be patient."
"Well Gary, that's about all I can do at the moment."
"Yes, ma'am."