Chapter 18
Callum hopped over to Martha's other side.
"Martha can you hear me?" He asked, shaking her shoulders. "Martha?" He checked her pulse, and then hovered his hand over her mouth. "Well she's still breathing… just." Jack sat stunned, 'how can this be happening?' he thought to himself.
"We need to get her to a hospital." Callum declared.
"How the hell do you suggest we do that?" Ryan asked. "Should we just politely knock on the door and ask Uncle Trevor if he'll take her to the hospital?" Ryan said, sarcastically. Jack stood up and put his hands behind his head, not taking his gaze of Martha.
"That wouldn't work anyway, Trevor's not even here, he's at the cliff." He said.
"Oh my god what are we going to do?" Christie cried, stroking Martha's hair. Jack watched on as Callum's worry on his face dramatically worsened.
"She's stopped breathing." Callum announced, before starting CPR on her immediately. Jack's face dropped.
"Martha! No!" He pleaded. Jack frantically looked around. "We're getting her to a hospital now!" Jack shouted. "Ryan, come with me." They both ran into the lounge, where Jack indicated Ryan to pick up a chair and to follow him into the next room. Jack ran up to the large mirror on the side of the wall.
"How the hell is smashing a mirror going to do any good?"
"It's not a mirror, it's a one-way window, now help me smash it!" Jack ordered. They both began to hit the glass with their full force, but the only damage they managed to inflict was a few cracks and chips.
"Martha is breathing again!" Christie screamed. "Quick guys, we need to get her to the hospital!" Jack took a deep breath in and gathered his strength for one big hit. The window smashed, revealing the other room.
"Make sure there's a big enough gap for us to get through without cutting ourselves!" Jack yelled to Ryan, pointing at the window, then ran into the bedroom. "We've got through, common let's take Martha." Jack said, kneeling beside her and scooping her up in his arms.
"Careful! Don't bang her head!" Callum nearly screamed. Jack gave him a look.
"Oh, you're joking! You ruin all my fun." Jack muttered, earning a snigger from Christie. He spun back around and carried on walking briskly to the broken window. When he got to the window he passed her to Callum whilst he climbed over, then gestured for him to pass her back. Callum shook his head.
"How do we know you're Jack, you could just be Trevor's friend for all we know." Jack couldn't believe what Callum was doing.
"Just pass her here! We haven't got time for this!" Jack shouted, Callum remained holding Martha. "She'll die if you carry on! Is that what you want?" Jack yelled. Callum slowly shook his head and handed Martha over to Jack. Christie and Ryan both gave Callum a look of disappointment; his jealousy had just put Martha's life on the line. Jack kicked at the door.
"It's unlocked." He said surprised, and ran through the house towards the grand entrance.
"Wow…" Christie said in awe. "What a gorgeous house." Jack stopped suddenly and walked towards a small table in the corridor.
"Can you bring those keys please?" Jack asked Christie.
"Sure." She said, picking them up and following Jack outside. He gestured to the car.
"Christie can you open the back door?" Jack asked, Christie looked at him shocked, then back at the car.
"You're not seriously going to drive are you?" Jack nodded in response. "But, it's not your car! And look at it, I'll be surprised if it gets off the drive!"
"Well, it's all we've got, and I'm sure our friend Trevor won't be needing it in jail." Jack smiled, and gestured again for the door to be opened. He rested Martha's body on the back seat, and Christie then went to sit in with her, to hold her head.
"Hang on!" A voice shouted. "I'll sit in the back with her, make sure she's okay." Callum said, running up. "I am a doctor after all, it can't do any harm." Christie and Jack agreed and both sat in the front of the car.
"Hey, what about me?" Ryan asked. "I ain't waiting for Trevor to come back!" He exclaimed. Christie thought for a moment.
"Get in the boot." She ordered.
"What? You get in the boot!" Ryan argued.
"I'm not the one without a seat!" Christie gloated.
"Fine.." Ryan muttered, hopping in the boot. Jack started the car and sped off.
