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July 17th, 2012
12:02 PM
"We're here," Chris announces, pulling into the driveway. Opening the door, she glances over to her sister, "Do you need help getting out?"
Moving slowly as she unbuckles her seatbelt, Caiti simply shakes her head. She hadn't spoken much since she got out of surgery and Chris hoped that it was just the events of the past few days and the lack of sleep, nothing more. Still, she wasn't sure of that.
Like every other hospital in the area, the one they had gone to had been overcrowded. Along with the usual emergencies and illnesses, they had to take in those who had survived the nuke and those who wouldn't. 'Treat 'em & street 'em' was the policy for anyone who didn't require a hospital stay. Since Chris wasn't about to leave Caiti's side, she was almost satisfied with this.
"Michelle," she calls, opening the door. "Jack?"
Silence. They were probably still at work.
Caiti stood beside her, not making a move to sit down and not saying anything.
"C'mon, I'll show you where the guest room is."
Walking down the stairs, Chris grips the bannister tightly, feeling as if her knees could give out at any moment. All the days without sleep had caught up with her and even though her mind was racing, she was sure once she laid down on the couch, she'd be out like a light.
At the bottom of the stairs she's about to grab her purse and look for her phone, see if anyone called. Until, that is, she notices the messages on Michelle's phone and remembers she hasn't told Ryan about Caiti yet.
Picking up the phone she walks over to the couch and collapses into it, dialing the numbers. Three rings and she hears her brother's voice.
"Hi, you've reached Ryan Chappelle, I am not avai--"
Chris sighs, dropping her arm and almost wondering if she should try another number or call again. This isn't really a message for voicemail but trying again seems like too much work and she's not sure if she can stay awake that long. At the beep she says, "Ryan, it's me. Listen, um, sorry I didn't call you sooner or that I'm even leaving this message on your machine instead of telling you in person..." she sighs, closing her eyes briefly and focuses.
"We found Caiti and she's fine. You were right," And she almost laughs at that even though it's not that funny. "You were right. Um ... it's a really long story. Caiti's sleeping right now but you can call back. This number. Ok. I love you. Bye."
Clicking the phone off, she stares at it for a minute, nagged by something she was forgetting. A persistent thought just at the back of her mind of something else she wanted to do.
Deciding if it was that important she'd remember it soon enough, Chris sets the phone down, kicks off her shoes and lies back on the couch. All she wants right now is to rest and not think about anything else for a while.
12:02 PM
"We're here," Chris announces, pulling into the driveway. Opening the door, she glances over to her sister, "Do you need help getting out?"
Moving slowly as she unbuckles her seatbelt, Caiti simply shakes her head. She hadn't spoken much since she got out of surgery and Chris hoped that it was just the events of the past few days and the lack of sleep, nothing more. Still, she wasn't sure of that.
Like every other hospital in the area, the one they had gone to had been overcrowded. Along with the usual emergencies and illnesses, they had to take in those who had survived the nuke and those who wouldn't. 'Treat 'em & street 'em' was the policy for anyone who didn't require a hospital stay. Since Chris wasn't about to leave Caiti's side, she was almost satisfied with this.
"Michelle," she calls, opening the door. "Jack?"
Silence. They were probably still at work.
Caiti stood beside her, not making a move to sit down and not saying anything.
"C'mon, I'll show you where the guest room is."
Walking down the stairs, Chris grips the bannister tightly, feeling as if her knees could give out at any moment. All the days without sleep had caught up with her and even though her mind was racing, she was sure once she laid down on the couch, she'd be out like a light.
At the bottom of the stairs she's about to grab her purse and look for her phone, see if anyone called. Until, that is, she notices the messages on Michelle's phone and remembers she hasn't told Ryan about Caiti yet.
Picking up the phone she walks over to the couch and collapses into it, dialing the numbers. Three rings and she hears her brother's voice.
"Hi, you've reached Ryan Chappelle, I am not avai--"
Chris sighs, dropping her arm and almost wondering if she should try another number or call again. This isn't really a message for voicemail but trying again seems like too much work and she's not sure if she can stay awake that long. At the beep she says, "Ryan, it's me. Listen, um, sorry I didn't call you sooner or that I'm even leaving this message on your machine instead of telling you in person..." she sighs, closing her eyes briefly and focuses.
"We found Caiti and she's fine. You were right," And she almost laughs at that even though it's not that funny. "You were right. Um ... it's a really long story. Caiti's sleeping right now but you can call back. This number. Ok. I love you. Bye."
Clicking the phone off, she stares at it for a minute, nagged by something she was forgetting. A persistent thought just at the back of her mind of something else she wanted to do.
Deciding if it was that important she'd remember it soon enough, Chris sets the phone down, kicks off her shoes and lies back on the couch. All she wants right now is to rest and not think about anything else for a while.