Recovery

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The pair, Harry and Thompson, worked together, moving what they could to try and location the small child. It had been an hour, and little Christine was still unaccounted for. There wasn't many more places the small girl could be. "Quiet." Harry said, when he thought he heard something. The two stopped moving and after a minute or two. "...Chrisy!" Cried and coughed a very small voice.  "Cc! Your going to have to speak loud, sweetheart. We can't find you." Harry said, before the crying started to be heard. Christine was scared and smashed and her leg really REALLY hurt. Christine couldn't took a full breath and once she woke up, she just started calling for her brother.

The pair found Christine, but Christine had some bar form part of the roof, impaled into her right leg. "Keep her still, Thompson." Harry said, and Harry pulled out his phone and called Sirius number. "We got a big problem, two really. Christopher breathing is slowing down and Christine is impaled. You know the risk, am I taking it?" Harry asked. "Are you sure Christopher is getting worst?" Sirius asked. "I am. It's a bad hit to the head. If she's starts panicking...I need him to try and get out and the worker is still unconscious." Harry said. "They have all available personnel working on getting to you." Sirius said, but didn't sound positive. "How far, Sirius?" Harry asked. "An hour...of not more if you don't try yourselves." Sirius said. "Okay..." Harry said, handing up the phone. Harry removed his felt and took off his Navy jacket. "You aren't-" Thompson started. "If we don't get Christopher out of here, hell die. I know you can see that. She starts panicking, that's not going to be good. I'm making a call. Either help, or shut up." Harry said. "You aren't on a ship! What you say-" He started. "You lost your say, the second your beat the daylights out of your son!" Harry said, on the heat of the moment. It kept quiet, other the Christine half cries. "I made a mistake, one I might not ever make up, but your taking about removing something for her leg! She could easily-" Thompson said. "I know, but leaving her unattended, scared and impaled could be worst. They are at least an hour away from us. Christopher doesn't have an hour. The location tells me...it shouldn't be by the vane." Harry said. "Isn't there another option?" He asked. "If I had another option, I'd take it. We wait, Christopher isn't waking up." Harry said.

Harry used his belt as tourniquet on the small girls leg. "Harry!" She half cried. "Cc, you just have to trust me okay? Your brother needs help, help that isn't coming fast enough. I need your daddy, but we can't leave you like this, okay? Just close your eyes. It'll be over soon, I promise." Harry said. Christine just buried her head in her father's side, who held the girl close. Harry pulled out a small blade and a lighter. "Do not, let her move her head." Harry said and he just nodded.

Harry pulled the rod out of her leg, Christine screaming out, but just got held onto tighter. Her leg was bleeding, but not bad. Harry was thankful, and grabbed his jacket to rip and pushed on her leg to slow down the bleeding. After a couple minutes, Harry made a bandage on her leg, and loosen the belt a little. Christine didn't stop crying for a few minutes, but Thompson knew they were running out of time. Christopher and Christine needed a doctor, and time was running out. "Cc." Thompson said, who sat her down in a small chair. "Don't-" She cried. "We have to get your brother out of here, okay? I know your hurting, but your brother got really hurt Okay? I know it's scary, but they won't get to us in time." Thompson said and she slowly nodded, easing back in the chair.

Twenty minutes it took for the pair to clear enough of the rumble aware to make a small path. The path would allow them to get the children through, but not like you think. Thompson used his the rope he made out of his shirt to tied Christopher to Harry's backside. The social worker? Had came to by then and was taking to Christine to keep her calm, but Harry talked her into going through first. The pathway had to be took crawling, at least for the social worker, who was without a child. She was in need a medical treatment and was the first to come through. She informed the others the plan, who for today and tomorrow, allow Thompson to keep with his children, as long as one of the navy man agreed to take the responsibility with Harry. Sirius agreed. So, she called Harry's phone, who gave Thompson the clear and the permission to put Christine on his back. Christine life was no longer in immediate danger, so he didn't want to make the condition. He felt better having the permission. With having Christine on his back, it requires most of the traveling done on his belly, slowly moving. Harry? Not fair behind him, with Christopher on his back, who they were all worried, deeply about. "Daddy?" Christine whispered, taking the little pathway. "I know your hurting, cc...We are almost out of here." He said. "Don't...like the dark." She whispered. "I know...It's alright. I promise. Just...sing that old song your mama likes so much. It always made you feel better." He said, as they slowly continued the way. "I...don't member..." She frowned and started to cry and after a pause. Thompson, softly sang to the girl.

A couple minutes later, he got to his feet and a couple EMTs hurried over to them along with an officer. "You'll have to keep with one of the navy man. This is only temporary, understood?" He said. "Yes, sir." Thompson said. "Keep the toddler with him." The officer spoke to one of the EMT'S as the removal of the ankle bracelet was done. "Your ass will be handed to you, if you-" He started. "Enough!" Sirius barked at the officer who turned. The officer so wanted to say something, but choice to bite his tongue, and just walk away. "I'm sure you know I can easily have you found." Sirius said, locking his arms behind his back. "I'm aware, sir." Thompson said, with his daughter still hanging onto to back. "I'll meet you at the hospital." Sirius said. "I'm certain-" one of the EMT started. "He's in my custody. I think he's learned his lessons. Take them, Now." Sirius said, and walked aware.

The EMT's loaded Little Christine and her father in the ambulance and headed for children's hospital.