Danger Close (28 page)

“How about now?” she asked.

“Close.” It came from under her, close to where she was standing.

Crouching down, she felt around as her eyes adjusted, hungrily drinking up that tiny bit of illumination. With her feet she shoved the moveable bits of debris away.

“Dust,” Brady managed, and she understood she’d shifted something that was raining dust down on him. He was right beneath her.

Hope rose so hard and swift it formed a painful knot in the center of her chest. Her right hand sifted through the rubble, searching for a gap. And found one. “Can you lift your arm up?” she asked, lying on her side to stick her arm through and move it around. Seconds later, she made contact with warm flesh. And this time when her fingers curled around the hand, it didn’t come loose. “Gotcha,” she told him, closing her eyes in relief.

“Hey,” he said, giving her hand a squeeze. “How…deep are…we?”

Holding tight to his hand, she turned her head and squinted above them. A long slab of concrete lay directly overhead, the broken and twisted spikes of rebar sticking out of its edges. Moving anything more risked bringing the rubble down on top of them. “Can’t tell. It’s lighter here than it was where I started from, but I can’t see daylight.”

Brady grunted in reply but didn’t answer.

Stretched out on her side, cold and hurting more badly than she ever had in her life, Erin clung to that hand and prayed a rescue crew would find them. “Let me know when your arm gets tired,” she told him, grateful when he squeezed in reply. Having him close helped take the edge off the claustrophobia.

She didn’t know how long they stayed like that. Her right arm was completely numb and Brady’s had to be too, but he didn’t let go. Every so often one of them would squeeze the other’s hand as a reminder that they were still together. Erin suffered through the pain, trying to escape somewhere else in her mind. She thought of her parents, her friends, but mostly she thought of Wade. If he was alive and knew about the bombing, he’d be frantic to get to her.

“Wade’ll find us,” she mumbled, shivering from shock and pain.

A firm squeeze around her hand answered her.

She was so deep in her own thoughts as she struggled with the pain that it took her a few moments to realize the voices she heard were coming from above them. The muted wail of sirens had never sounded so beautiful.

She raised her head, a renewed surge of hope flooding her as she stared above them. “Rescue teams,” she told Brady. She could definitely hear them, hear a low rumble up there. She licked her lips. “I’m gonna let go now, so I can try to get their attention.” When he squeezed in reply she let go and painfully climbed to her feet, every muscle protesting the movement.

“Can anyone hear me?” she shouted, craning her head back to direct her voice at the ceiling of debris. “There are two of us trapped down here!”

No answer.

Frantic, she searched around her for something to make noise with. Her fingers landed on a loose piece of rebar. Grabbing it, she carefully climbed her way up the few feet she needed to reach the bits of rebar sticking out of the concrete slab above them. She hammered at it, using the metallic clang to signal anyone above ground. Three rapid strikes, three spaced ones, three more quick ones. Over and over she repeated the pattern.

SOS. SOS. SOS.

She kept going until her arm ached and her fingers were numb from the grip around the steel rod. Desperation drove her, kept her going long after her muscles had exhausted themselves.
Please hear me. Someone please hear me!

Something wet dripped onto her cheek. At first she thought she was crying, but then another drop landed on her forehead. She stilled, tilted her head back as yet another drop hit her face. Not tears. Rain.

Knowing that daylight had to be just above the slab overhead, she swung the rebar with renewed strength.

SOS. SOS. SOS…

A shaft of light suddenly appeared above her. She dropped the rebar, raised her hand to shield her eyes even as a cry of relief broke from her. “I’m here!” she screamed.

“We hear you!” a voice shouted back, much closer than she’d even dared hope. “Are you alone?”

“No, there’s a man here too. He’s trapped below me and badly injured.”

“What’s your name?”

“Erin. Erin Kelly.”

“Stay where you are, Erin. We’ll come down and get you. Everything’s gonna be okay now.”

Erin dropped to her knees in the rubble and let the tears come. Sounds of people and heavy machinery moved around above them. She went back to the hole and laid down to put her right arm through it. “You still with me, Brady?”

His hand found hers, locked tight. “Good…job,” he managed.

She gave a watery laugh and held on to him. The shaft of light became brighter and brighter, and then scuffling noises reached her.

“Erin?”

She released Brady’s hand and stood. “Over here.” Straining to see in the darkness, her heart leapt when the beam of a headlamp flooded the space.

“She’s here,” the man called back to whoever was outside.

More shuffling, the rattle of bits of concrete as they fell through the rubble, disturbed by whoever was moving around up there.

“
Erin
!”

Her breath snagged in her throat at the sound of that familiar, deep voice. “Wade?”

She heard his exhalation of relief. “Sweetheart, I’m coming to you. Stay there, okay?”

She reacted without thinking. A sob tore free and she launched herself toward the opening above her. Her feet scrambled over the slippery layer of debris overlying the concrete. A figure dropped down through the opening, the silhouette backlit against the bright daylight streaming in from outside. She reached for him. Strong arms caught her, came around her and pulled her to a tall, hard body.

Wade.

“Fuck. Oh, God, baby, it’s okay now,” he whispered raggedly as he held her close, his voice strangely muffled.

Two things registered at once through her dazed mind as she tipped her head back to look at him. Wade really had found her.

And he was wearing a HAZMAT suit.

Wade was frantic by the time they got Erin up and out of the rubble. He lifted her through to the emergency worker above ground and quickly scrambled through after her. She was covered in blood and a fine powdery gray dust, cradling her left arm against her body. The skin was split wide open halfway up, the jagged end of a bone showing through.

Shit.

Boosting himself through the hole in the rubble, Wade took Erin from the man holding her and bundled her up against his chest. He ran for the nearest medical tent, cursing the damn suit they’d made him put on before entering the scene. “You’re okay,” he panted, the stitches in his wounded leg burning as he raced to the tent.

Her eyes were dilated, her entire body shaking from shock and cold as she took in the scene of utter chaos and devastation around them. People dressed in HAZMAT suits were everywhere, along with heavy equipment and armored vehicles. Military and civilian units alike had converged on the scene. Victims were being dragged out of the rubble from the remains of the building and the surrounding blast area. Already a row of bodies had been laid out beside one of the medical tents, covered in plastic tarps. Survivors were streaming in for treatment, needing decontamination and medical care for blast and crush injuries.

“Brady’s still down there,” she mumbled against his shoulder.

“They’ll get him, don’t worry.”

“He’s hurt b-bad.” Her voice was hoarse.

“They’ll get him out,” he repeated, focused only on getting her help.

“Is there radiation?” she managed through chattering teeth.

He couldn’t lie to her. “Yes.”

“Oh God.” She curled tighter into his chest and closed her eyes.

“It’ll be okay.” He’d goddamn
make
it okay.

She remained silent as he burst into the tent and a team descended on them. Though he hated to let her go, he handed her over and let them take her into a decontamination area while someone checked his suit. He stood with his arms out and his legs apart while they looked him over.

“You’ve got a hole here,” the woman said to him, brown eyes worried as she looked up at him through her plastic mask.

He glanced down and behind him to see a tennis ball-sized hole at the back of his leg. Ah, shit. Must have caught it on a piece of rebar on the way down to get Erin. Resigned, he headed back to the shower stall and started stripping off the protective suit and his clothes.

A blast of cold water hit him and two people entered the stall to scrub him down with strong soap and water. His wounds stung but he didn’t care, too busy worrying and caught up in his fear for Erin. Nobody knew how much radiation had been leaked with the initial blast. He could still lose her if she’d been exposed to a high enough level of it.

Terror punched through his chest and wrapped around his heart, squeezing it in a relentless grip. He forced it back, reminding himself that she didn’t appear to show any symptoms of radiation poisoning yet, so the exposure might have been minimal.

Someone handed him a towel. He dried off as they scanned him for radiation, the Geiger counter giving a low-level reading. After throwing on some scrubs, he hurried to the back of the tent where they were treating Erin. They’d wrapped her up in a blanket after washing her and laid her on a cot amidst several other patients.

A restraining arm blocked his way. “Sir, you’ll have to wait out here.”

“I’m going in with her.” He shoved past the man without hesitation, intent on getting to Erin.

Her face crumpled when she saw him. Wade cursed and knelt beside her bed, grasping the hand she reached out for him. They’d bandaged her left arm to slow the bleeding and started an IV, but he knew she needed surgery to repair the severe fracture. She had to be in agony and it tore at him.

He caught the back of her head in one hand and cradled it to his chest, bending to press his cheek against her wet hair, feeling helpless. The sting of antiseptic soap burned his nostrils. “It’s gonna be okay now, sweetheart. I’m staying right next to you.”

Her fingers gripped the front of his scrubs as sobs ripped through her. Unable to do anything, he closed his eyes and stroked her hair as he held her. He didn’t know how much time passed before they finally rounded up an ambulance to transport her to the hospital, but when they arrived there it was clear the facility was completely overwhelmed by the large influx of patients.

Minutes after entering, staff took Erin away for more treatment and tests, and a doctor ordered a battery of tests on Wade. He submitted because he had to, and because it was the quickest way for him to get clearance and access to Erin. After his tests they told him she was being prepped for surgery, so once he was done with his blood work and given medical clearance he went and sat in the hallway outside the O.R, as close to her as he could get.

While he was waiting, he got word that they’d brought Schafer into the E.R. Wade found him, standing back as the team examined him and did some initial treatment. Both his legs were busted up bad, and he wasn’t breathing well, but he was conscious and alert. A nurse snapped the curtain around his bed closed. Moments later, a guttural cry of pain emerged from behind it. When it opened, Wade stepped inside.

Schafer was pale and sweaty as they bandaged up the hole in his right side again. “Fuck I hate chest tubes,” he muttered, wiping a hand over his glistening face.

Wade stood beside him and set a hand on his shoulder. “How are you otherwise?”

“Beat to shit, man.” He focused on Wade, scanned his body quickly before meeting his gaze once more. “You get him?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Hope the fucker burns in hell.”

That made two of them.

Schafer looked down at his bandaged legs where the blood had seeped through. “Ah, fuck. Guess I won’t be taking Penny dancing when I get home.”

“Not for a while,” Wade agreed. “Anything I can get you?”

“Yeah, a phone. I was talking to Pen when the bomb went off. She’s gotta be freaking out.”

“I’ll call her for you. Anything else?”

Schafer nodded, reached up a hand to wrap his fingers around Wade’s wrist. He squeezed tight. “Your girl’s fucking amazing, man. She held her shit together through all that, crawled her way to me through all that mess and banged out Morse code with some rebar to get the rescue crew’s attention.” Admiration glowed in his eyes as he shook his head. “Tell her I owe her.”

Wade’s throat tightened at the thought of her doing all of that while trapped in the darkness. It had to have been hell on her, reliving that old terror. “Tell her yourself later. She’s on the operating table right now getting the orthopedic surgeon warmed up for you.” He patted Schafer’s shoulder and the other man released his wrist. “Gimme your number and I’ll go call Penny. I’ll check on you later.”

After making the call and assuring Schafer’s wife that he was going to be okay, over an hour passed before someone came out to tell him Erin was finally in recovery. He insisted she be taken up to a room to recover and after some arguing, he got his way. They put her in a semi-private room they’d equipped with plastic barriers to prevent further radioactive contamination. When she opened her eyes, he was right beside her.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He smoothed the dark tangle of hair back from her forehead, struggling against the urge to cry as he gazed down into those beautiful green eyes. “Doin’ okay?”

She swept her tongue across her lips and glanced down at her casted arm, then around the room. Seeing the plastic visibly rattled her. “How bad was the exposure?” Her voice was raspy from the intubation, but he heard the edge of fear in it.

He pulled a chair over and lowered himself into it, took her right hand in his. “Minimal. The bomb was dirty, but more explosives than radioactive material, and the prevailing winds carried most of what was released out to sea within a few minutes. Being underground when it happened protected you from the worst of the blast wave and the radiation. Your levels measured at point eight grays, so you’re good.”