March 28, 2007
brought Madison around, as her eyes cracked open. The first thing that
hit her was the fact the lights were too bright – but then to both
Byron and Melissa, that would be because her pupils were unnaturally
large and her eyes unfocusing.
“My head” she managed to mumble, though her tounge seemed too large
for her mouth, or maybe her head was too small. Everything sounded
wrong from her ears, and her head felt like it was a Halloween Pumpkin,
scooped from the inside out.
She made no response to her name – or in fact no indication that
she recognized it in the first instance. Instead, her eyelids fluttered
The Ambulance had made it very clear to Melissa and Byron that it
would be at least several hours before the roads were cleared, and in
that case, that the ambulances would be dealing then with those that
were more severely injured – hypothermia, frostbite, car accidents, and
whatnot that always arose with the blizzard-like conditions that raged
on outside thier window.
The advice was that which Melissa was following, but the dispatch
operator did not wish to give them false hopes – that the earliest an
ambulance would be arriving would be probably 6-8 hours, depending on
the backlog, but that she’d get a doctor to call to the house every
hour or so to see what was happening.
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March 28, 2007
Things were moving fast. So fast Byron could hardly keep up. He had seen scenes like this played out in movies. Always someone in need of help, dying, injured what have you. And always what happened? People in those stories tended to be useless. They ran around in near panic while the person in need died or whatever the script was commanded. But this was no movie. Nor was it one of his novels. It was reality and he could not afford to lose his cool….as it were. He had to stay calm and in control for Madison’s sake. If she died because of him, he would never forgive himself.
“Yes. Right.” He replied to Melissa in a shaky tone. “I’m cool. Like a cucumber. We’ll see her through this together.”
*He listened carefully to what Melissa was suggesting and followed her lead. He was amazed she was so under control. He had to hand it to her. It was all he could do to keep from falling apart. But he maintained his composure with some effort and did as Melissa instructed.
Gently, he lifted Madison in his arms and with a slight assist from Melissa who kept Madison’s head at a proper supportive angle, together they brought her inside to the table. Along the way Melissa spoke to Madison, hoping for some reply. While they awaited response, they reached the table and Byron set her down. He swiftly covered her with several blankets. He could only hope that and the warm interior would hold off shock. That and he prayed Madison had done no physical or mental damage to herself in the fall.
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March 25, 2007
Melissa looked over at Byron. “It’s going to be a bit before they can get out here.” she told him seriously.”It would just be a big accident waiting to happen… and we can’t have that.” She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “I’m going to need to try to do as much as I can. But I need you to stay calm and help me. okay?” she told him as she licked her lips nervously and felt the vertebrae at the back of Madison’s neck. “Okay… no serious damage to her neck, that’s good… that’s good. Um… I think…with the blankets… let’s…”
She gently laid Madison back down on the ground as she stood and started folding the blankets upon themselves to create a makeshift gurney. “Let’s get this under her and see if we can’t make it to the dining room table. A Hard surface to keep her stable, supported and out of the cold.” she explained as she sniffled and wiped away the tears that threatened to fall.
This was already taking a toll on Melissa. She really hated to see anyone in pain. How Byron could even conceive that she would be able at all to even have a fleeting thought of murder, was beyond her…
“Madison? Hey… hey there… can you hear me? Just wanted to let you know that we are going to get you out of the cold and the EMT should be here soon. Really soon. Okay? If you could answer me, let me know you’re okay… that’d be really good… and um… please wake up? I don’t want to do something wrong… please just be okay?”
March 25, 2007
At first he thought it all an elaborate joke. Another crude attempt to fool him like the prank pulled in the kitchen minutes before. But then Melissa
went to great pains to express it was not. Madison was really hurt.
“Good lord!” Byron exclaimed as it dawned on him this was real. No more jokes or insipid games, this was a true emergency. He did not hesistate. First he handed her his hat as she requested so she could apply direct pressure on the wound. Then,without delay he rushed up the front porch stairs and into the house to get the first aid kit. Where did Mellisa say it
was… oh yes… by the stove. He searched a nearby cabinet and found it in short order. Quickly he bolted out of the kitchen and back outside. There he handed the first aid kit to Melissa.
“Here do what you can to control the bleeding. The snow will help. The cold weather will slow the blood flow. And direct pressure as you said. Good. But shock, yes…we need to keep her as warm as possible but we dare not move her.
He ran back inside to the bedroom. A moment later he emerged back outside once more with several blankets.
“I’ll cover her….try to warm her as much as possible. Oh yes, gently raise her head above her heart, it’ll slow the bleeding” As he proceeding to cover Madison, Byron did something he had not done since he was a child, he prayed, mouthing a silent prayer, begging whatever higher power might exist to give Madison the strength to see this through.
March 24, 2007
Melissa glared at him and held up a finger of the blood. “It tastes a lot more coppery than ketchup.” she spat at him before turning back to the phone. “Yes, my name is Melissa Phillips, I work for Byron Forbes at 223…” she turned her head and continued the conversation so no more of Byron’s disbelief wouldn’t be heard by the dispatcher.
“Please, just hurry, she’s got blood from the back of her head. No signs of shock yet, but it could start soon, we’re outside in the snow.” she explained as she looked back to Byron.
She sighed. “No… no you can’t tell me that.” she told them. “Okay, I know a little but she’s… no, she’s unconscious.” she said as her hands started trembling a little. “I… I’m not… I-I can’t do this on my own.” she said nervously into the phone. “Okay… okay… I can try.” she looked up to Byron.
“I really don’t care if you believe me or not.” she whispered. “Just please… trust me? Go get the first aid kit from by the stove please?” she said as she wiped the tear from her cheek quickly.
March 24, 2007
Madison thought she was being clever. She grabbed a shovel to create a snow fort. It would protect her from a frontal assault but she made one glaring istake, she built it too close to the house. The front awning overhung her position. A well placed snowball or two would bring all that fresh snow down on top of her.
Byron chuckled under his breath. It was an inspired plan. One worthy of a genius. Byron in his heart of hearts believed he was a genius, so it all worked out well, at least to his quirky manner of thinking. It would be the perfect revenge. And then he could turn his attention to Melissa. He would devise something even more special for her. Byron would pick them off one at a time.
At this point he began to build his fort. His construct was dug out snow piled up eight inches high between he and his foes. It was not much protection, but then would not need much. A few shots to the roof and Madison would be down, out and frozen stiff. And he would make a beeline for the front door before the shock wore off.
He was in the process of building his modest fort when Melissa rose and went over to Madison’s fort.
Oh what was this, the girls sticking together? Two on one. Excellent. He would get two for the price of one.
From his location he could not see what was occuring….so he rose to check things out. The game had not started and they agreed not to begin until all forts were complete. Suspecting a trap none the less he armed himself with a pair of snowballs and came to see what was occuring.
As he arrived he saw Madison lying in the snow apparently bleeding from the head. Melissa called for his hat, Byron did not believe this was real for a moment, not after the prank they pulled earlier.
“Oh please ladies. Try something original.” He chuckled. “Do you think I don’t know fake blood after your previous jest at my expense. You insult my intelligence.
March 23, 2007
Melissa had spent a great deal of time solidifying her snowy
fortress. She knew after the stunt that she and Madison had pulled on
her employer inside would warrant heavy retaliation from him right
It was at that point, that she decided she should warn Madison as
well (and also come to some sort of a truce so there would be less of
the cold and wet projectiles coming her way). But when Melissa poked
her head up to peer over at her, she saw her head disappear quickly
from view and found it to be rather odd. Since the time to begin
hadn’t been declared yet, she slipped over to investigate.
It was then that she discovered the increasing amounts of blood
pooling underneath Madison’s head and she gasped. She knew basic first
aid, but this was beyond her knowledge. “Byron! Give me your hat!”
she yelled as she pulled her own off and tried to apply pressure to the
wound to stop some of the blood loss.
With her other hand she dug inside Madison’s coat for the infamous
cellphone. Once it was in her possession, she dialed emergency
services. Someone HAD to be able to get out here!