Disclaimer: I do not own ELR nor do I own any of the characters.
A/N: I am working on writing the 10th season of Everybody Loves Raymond, this is the second episode. Please R&R!
"Deb!" Ray hollered out. "What are you doing?"
"I'm taking laundry downstairs!" she hollers in reply.
Debra starts to come down the stairs leading to the living room.
"Come on!" Ray shouts, causing her to stop a few stairs from the top. "We made a deal. I'll wash it and you can fold it."
"Ray!" Debra calls back to him. "I can't just sit around the house all day and do nothing; I need to feel like I'm being useful."
"Deb," he says in reply, sounding frustrated.
"I'll make you a deal," she calls out. "You can carry the basket back upstairs after it's washed and folded."
"No!" he calls back. "Get back up here."
"Ray, come on." Debra says, now sounding frustrated herself. "I'm already halfway down the stairs!"
"You're taking advantage of the situation," Ray tells her. "You waited until I was in the bathroom to make your move."
"So what if I did," Debra says as a smile creeps across her face.
"Debra, please!" Ray hollers out again.
"I'm not an invalid Ray," she yells out. "I'm just pregnant!"
"Debra!" Ray says, whining.
"Come on Ray," she says. "I'll tell you what, I left the rest of the load on the bed, I won't come back upstairs to get it; I'll let you carry it down for me."
"And carry it all back upstairs?" he asks.
"Yes," Debra replies.
There is silence for a minute as Ray thinks the offer over.
"Fine," he finally says, sounding very reluctant.
Debra smiles and begins to go downstairs, a shirt falls out of the pile of dirty clothes she is carrying and she puts her hand on the railing to hold herself up while she bends down to pick it up. She looses her grip and, clutching the pile of clothing to herself, tumbles down the stairs, hitting her head hard against the wall as she reaches the landing.
"Deb!" Ray shouts out, hearing the noise.
Silence.
"Deb! Are you OK?" Ray says, worry evident in his voice.
When all that answers his question is silence he runs out of the bathroom, obviously knocking something over as he does, and rushes to the top of the stairs.
"Deb!" he yells.
A look of complete horror crossing his face as he sees his wife lying helplessly at the bottom of the stairs, motionless, her arm, twisted, in an awkward position underneath her.
"Deb!" Ray yells, his wife's name catching in his throat as tears well up in his eyes.
He runs down the stairs, scared to even touch her, and collapses beside her helpless body.