"Welcome back." Hank looked relieved as the little boy took in a deep, gasping breath as the medication coursed through his veins.

"What happened?" Christopher rasped, lying on the floor of the elevator.

"You had a reaction to not having your asthma medication. It won't last long but it might keep you stable until we can get out of here." Hank looked up at Jill, asking her the silent question if she had been able to get help. He knew by the look on her face that she had no luck with finding a signal before she said anything. "We have nothing."

"Hank?" Christopher raised his head slightly off the ground.

"Yeah."

"Is my mom going to be okay?"

"I think you're both going to be just fine."

Jill looked up from her phone. "Most elevators have an emergency button, right?" Her eyes trailed over to the rows of buttons until she came upon a red one. She stepped forward to take a better look until she saw the small white E. She didn't wait for him to tell her to push it, she did so and was rewarded with a short bell sounding overhead. When there was no answer, she tried again. This time, she was greeted with a voice on the other end.

"Front desk. What can we help you with?" A woman's voice echoed through the elevator.

"Hi. We have four people stuck on your elevator—two of which need medical attention."

"Ma'am, we're sending help your way."

"Did you hear that? We're getting off this elevator soon." Hank assured him.

"That's great." Christopher nodded as Hank helped him sit against the elevator wall so he could get more air in his lungs.

"Jill?"

"Yeah, Christopher."

"You never said why Hank was here at the hotel. Are you sick?"

"I was sick."

"Then why did you have to check up on her if she was better?" He looked to Hank for that answer.

"Well, sometimes as a doctor I check up on my patients one last time."

"Sometimes?" Jill raised her eyebrow.

"Okay, I always check up on my patients." He looked slightly amused. "That's only because I care about them."

Christopher smiled back at him reassuringly, just as a voice came from from behind the metal doors. "Hello?"

It was an older, male voice this time. "My name is Kyle, I'm the mechanic. I've got the electrician with me. We're working on getting you out of there, okay?"

"Okay." Christopher called out before anyone else could.

"Is everyone okay in there?"

"At the moment everyone is stable." Hank assured him. "I'm not sure they will be for long."

"Well, hang in there. Help is on the way." His muffled reply came as he worked on the mechanics of the door.

"Hank." She gestured over to Jody as she crouched on the other side of Christopher. "She's waking up."

Crawling over to Jody, Hank checked the pulse on her wrist. "Welcome back."

"I passed out, didn't I?" Jody stated weakly, her eyelids fluttering against the sleep overtaking her.

"Mom?" Christopher rasped, falling short of reaching his hand over to her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, sweetie. A little tired, that's all." Jody licked her dry lips as she looked over at Hank and Jill. "Thank goodness you both were here."

"I'd like to call it extreme luck." Hank listened to her heart with the stethoscope. "Your heart is still beating quite fast. However, I think you'll be okay once you're not in such a small space." He dug to the very bottom of his bag and pulled out a brown paper bag. "In the meantime I want you to breathe very slowly into this bag until we get out of this elevator." She nodded, doing what he asked as he attended to her son.

The noise level was rising, which caused Christopher to become frightened. "I'm not sure I like all this noise."

"Hey. All this noise is what's going to get us out of here, okay?" Jill promised him, calming him slightly. "So what I want you to do is take in some deep breaths. Can you do that for me?"

Christopher paused, his chest rising and falling deeply. "I think so." He groaned in fright as the elevator creaked around them. "I can do this." He repeated to himself over and over again until he had calmed down.

As they all took a moment to embrace the silence, the emergency personnel arrived outside the metal doors. They were discussing how much time it would take to get the doors open, and the plan they had once they got inside.

"Hello in there. I'm Randy Quinn with the South Hampton. How is everyone doing in there?"

"Hi, Randy. I'm Hank Lawson. I'm a concierge doctor here in the Hamptons."

"Hank. I think I've heard of you." Randy paused. "You're pretty popular around these parts. Can you tell me who else is with you, and what kind of medical issues we're looking at here when we get these doors open."

Hank and Jill exchanged glances. "A mother and son—she has claustrophobia and he has asthma but no inhaler. He was also due for medication about twenty minutes ago."

"I will have somebody get on that inhaler."

"Go to Room 105. The inhaler should be there somewhere." Jody called, struggling to sit up against the wall.

"Benny, Room 105. Look through every bag until you find that inhaler. We need it as soon as those doors open up." He mentioned to an unidentified person. "And the fourth person?"

"Hey, Randy, Jill Casey."

Randy was quiet for a moment. "It's nice to meet you, Jill. We're close to getting you out of there, so hang in there just a few more minutes."

"We're getting out of here?' Christopher piped up, trying hard to stay positive. "Because I really want to see Uncle Sam."

"I'm guessing you'll get to see him soon." Hank mentioned, looking toward the closed metal doors. "Maybe he's even out there waiting for you."

"You really think so?"

Hank nodded, just as the doors were opened slightly and then closed again. "They're really close to getting us out of here."

"Hank?"

"Yeah."

"Have you ever been stuck in an elevator before?"

"No, I can't say I have." Hank responded with slight humor in his voice. Have you?"

Christopher shook his head, turning his attention to Jill. "Jill?"

"I got stuck in one as a kid, but only for a couple minutes when my brother made me believe we were stuck in one."

"I bet you got him for that."

"Oh, believe me." Jill sucked in a deep breath as her eyebrows rose. "I did." Just as she told him, metal ground against metal as the elevator door slid open.

"How's everyone doing?" An EMT inquired as he stepped just inside the elevator to hand Hank the inhaler.

"Here, take in a deep breath." Hank instructed Christoper as he handed him the inhaler. "You start to feel better in just a few minutes. But these EMT's are going to want to take you to the hospital, just so they can check you out."

"What about dinner with my Uncle Sam?"

"If he's not out there, I'll personally find him and let him know where you are, okay?"

"You promise."

"I Promise."