West Side Adolecence Counciling
It was now 4:20. Heather and Olivia had been in the back room for at least 15 minutes. There was a knock on the door.
"Liv," It was Elliot "They've spotted the guy. He got away, but they think he's still hiding somewhere in the building."
"Ell, I can't leave Heather." Benson replied.
"What's wrong with her?"
"She had a panick attack. She's worn out, and pretty sleepy right now."
"Can you help her up?"
"Hold on." Olivia shook the girl shouldn't gently. "Heather" she said softly. The girl moaned. "If I help you, do you think you can get up?" She seemed to be disoriented. Every few seconds, she would grab Benson's arm or put her palms flat on the floor, as if she were trying to stable herself. "Heather?" Liv repeated.
"Mouth's dry." she mumbled. "Dizzy."
"Elliot, I think she's almost half asleep. She's in no condition to move, even with my help, she can't even feel stable lying down."
"Ok, ok. Uh," there was a pause behind the door. "Does the door lock from the inside?" he finaly asked.
The detective looked at the handle on the door. There was a bolt lock and a lock for the knob. "Yeah, there are two, plus a chain." She replied.
"Why don't you stay in there? Try to keep Heather quiet. Lock the door, and I'll signal you when the cost is clear."
"I can't do that! This is a dangerous situation. You know that if possible we need to remove everyone from the premisis..." Benson began to protest.
"Do you really think she's gonna be safe when she doesn't even feel safe lying down? I'm not going to let you carry someone out here when this guy could be around any corner. You don't have a vest on. She can't defend herself. At least this way there's a door between you and him. Just, stay in there."
I know, again, short chapter. I'll get some more up soon. I have a headache. Thanks to KaydenceRei and Angie for their reviews.