I woke up to the sounds of screaming. I checked my watch only to be disappointed at how little sleep I had gotten. I looked towards the couch to see Amme on the ground screaming and crying. I quickly got up, ready to help her. I needed some help. "DREW GET SOWN HERE... ... ... NOW!!" I yelled to the floor above. I had undoubtedly woken him from his slumber. After Drew got down he seemed really tired. "What ti... ... OHHH MY GOSH! WHAT HAPPENED!?" He said half yawning half yelling.
"Come on we need to get her up!" I explained as I walked over to her. " Are you Ok? What is the matter?" The screaming had stopped and she was just bawling her eyes out.
"I don't know... ... ... I was just sleeping when all of a sudden I am on the ground and my leg was hurting." She tried to explain but all I really heard and payed attention to was that she was in pain, and I did not like that.
"Help me get her to the pool table." I demanded Drew. We then each took an arm and lifted her up from the ground. This action caused her to scream again because we had moved her leg out of it's unhealthy resting point. "Everything is going to be fine, we've got you. Have no worries." I kept up the soft smooth speech pattern until we got to the pool table. Drew and I then had to lift her up high enough so she could sit on the pool table allowing her to just lay down after scooting her legs on.
"There, is that better?" I asked.
"Yeah, much better." She told me. Things were easier to understand because she had stopped crying and was now just trying to relax. " I need to shoot something." She said, "My dart gun gun is over in the drawr." As she said this I walked over to the drawr and found the yellow case she kept her gun in. I also went into the spare room and grabbed a target.
It took me a couple of munites to get the set up but eventually she was shooting away. I could easily see she was getting more and more relaxed. After her third round I said "Wait! Hold on a munite, I have to get something from the drawr."
I then Walked over to the drawr and grabbed a small bronze briefcase. I walked back over behind her and told her to keep on shooting. I popped open the briefcase to reveal a mechanism that was designed to secure a phone line and the other line that I was talking to. I inserted my cell phone and typed in the number that I needed to call. As it kept on ringing I grew more and more impatient. Finally I heard a voice on the other line say "Hello?"
"Hey Phill. How is Figi?"
