Gate Seven || L.H.

Hour Thirty Five

Something felt wrong.

This. All of this. It was wrong. My palms were sweating, my stomach churning and my spine was pressed against something cold and hard. I was struggling to breathe as I felt pinned to this cold metal object. There was no warmth around me.

Luke.

Where was Luke?

I tried to stretch my fingertips around to feel for him, but all I felt was carpet and metal.

"Luke?" I croaked. Nothing.

What happened?

I tried to remember what happened. What went wrong? Then I remembered.

"Lily," Luke hissed urgently. I mumbled sleepily and ignored him. I didn't feel like waking up. I was too tired from cleaning up the mess we made in the elevator. Granted, Luke had helped, but I was exhausted now.

"Lily, wake up," Luke said again, more urgently than last time. Was that fear I heard in his voice? Nevertheless, I opened my eyes and mumbled, "What?"

"I heard something," he whimpered. I giggled a little and sat up, wrapping my little arms around his broad shoulders, letting him bury his face in my shoulder.

"We're not in a haunted house Luke," I reasoned. "We're in an elevator."

"It was creaking," he whined.

"Elevators do that sometimes."

"They're not supposed to."

"I'm scared," he said after a while.

"Of what?" I asked.

"I don't know," Luke murmured. "I just have a bad feeling. You know I love you right?"

"I know," I replied uneasily. "I love you too."

"See? It creaked aga-" Luke was cut off by the elevator shaking and groaning right before it collapsed.

"Luke!?" I called louder. I heard groaning come from somewhere in the remnants of the elevator.

"Lily," I heard him mumble.

"Luke, where are you?" I asked, trying to wiggle free. I felt a sharp pain in my forehead and leg simultaneously and gasped, ceasing movement immediately.

I heard the sound of metal moving before a dark shape blocked my vision. I blinked a few times and through the snow that was starting to fall through a hole in the elevator shaft, I saw Luke's face. His perfect blond hair and beautiful blue eyes.

"Hi," I said weakly.

"Hey," he replied, kissing my nose gently.

"I'm cold," I shivered. Luke slipped off his red plaid shirt and helped me slip it on.

"Are you alright?" He asked me. I shrugged and winced. "My ankle," I whimpered. Luke immediately scrambled down to the metal beams crushing my left ankle and tried to lift them.

"Ow ow ow," I cried out, my eyes squeezing shut as I clenched my teeth together.

"Lily," Luke said gently. "I have to lift it, okay? You have to get your ankle out before it breaks."

"Okay, okay," I whined, breathing heavily and grabbing my left leg. Luke started lifting the metal beam again, grunting with effort as he did. I cried out in pain again as I slowly pulled my leg out, cradling it to my chest when my leg was free. I heard a crashing sound and jumped. Luke sighed, so I figured he'd set the beam back down.