Part 3.
"Breathe in.. Out your nose.. That's it.. Coaches.. Help your partners
breathe. That's it.."
The lights flickered and the ex-yoga instructor swore loudly as she looked out at the darkening clouds. "Okay.. that's it folks. Same time next week. We're cutting this session short. I want all the Mommies home safe. Out now.." She waved her hands and grinned dopily. "Now shoo!"
Dave and Elizabeth scurried from the school gymnasium, Dave holding his coat over Elizabeth's wide girth. "Come on woman.. I've gotta get home before this gets worse."
"WOMAN?!" Elizabeth elbowed him hard in the gut and Dave stumbled backward.
"Ooof! Dr.Corday!"
She hoofed it to the car and locked him out, leaving the sopping wet resident banging on the windows. "Come on Dr.Corday.. Please??!"
Elizabeth glared at him for a few minutes before grabbing a newspaper from under her seat and laying in the driver's side. Slowly she rolled down the window. "You promise to behave?"
Dave nodded sullenly. "Yuh-huh.. Lemme in PLEASE?!"
Finally she relented and unlocked the door.
"Sit there.. Don't mess my upholstery Dave." Elizabeth grumbled.
They drove home in silence, the only noise was the steady dripping of Dave onto the floor mats.
Finally Dave pulled into the driveway and parked in the garage. "Well thanks for dinner, Dr.Corday. I better get going." He hopped out of the car and started wheeling his bike down the driveway.
"Where in the hell do you think you're going, Malucci?" Elizabeth said tiredly.
"Home.." Muttered Dave, hopping on his bike, Elizabeth marvelling how wonderfully wet and tight his jeans seemed.
"Not in a storm like this you're not.. Come inside. Sleep in the guest room." She waved her hand inside, and Dave rode his bike into the garage and parked it.
"What ever you say.." Dave shrugged.
Once inside, Elizabeth stuck him on the welcome mat. "Don't move. I'm getting you a change of clothes.."
Carefully, Elizabeth scaled the stairs when the lights went out. "DAVE!"
He sighed heavily. "Where's your damn fuse box??"
"DOWNSTAIRS IN THE BASEMENT.. TAKE THE TORCH. IT'S IN THE HALL CLOSET BESIDE YOU."
Dave swore as he scrambled around in the closet and picked up the grossly oversized flashlight and headed down the basement stairs.
He sighed again. Changing a fuse. It couldn't be that hard could it?
Dave pulled the out little glass fuses and un-screwed the burnt one
and grabbed one from the package.
Seconds later, Dave realized his mistake as a jolt of electricity went through him. Laying stunned on the floor, Dave passed out.
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"Dave? Dave!? Are you okay??" Elizabeth ran a cool hand over his brow, brushing the hair from his eyes. "Dave?"
He was still sopping wet and Elizabeth groaned as she realized that she too, was soaked as she cradled Dave's unconcious body in her arms. What they needed was some heat.. But the heat was run on electricity, which Dave blew out because he put the wrong fuse in, while being wetter than a week in Scotland.
Carefully she lay Dave on the floor, with her housecoat, folded under his head, while she went to fix the fuse box. Wiping her hands on her nightgown, Elizabeth screwed in the bulb and was knocked backward by a jolt of electricity.
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"Dave/Elizabeth?" The two doctors lay stunned on the floor, rubbing their heads and moaning softly. Elizabeth slowly rocked up onto her heels, the easiest she had in months, walking slowly up to the kitchen and picked up her cellphone off the table.
"H-hi? I.. I need an ambulance.. There's been an accident. Yeah.. 145 Evergreen Terrace.. Yeah.. I was trying to fix the fuse box and I.. Electrical burns.. LOCs of about-" Elizabeth glanced at her watch. Slowly her jaw dropped as she rotated her arm, looking at her palms and back at her wrist, where Dave's watch was, and Dave's fore-arm and Dave's-...
Elizabeth walked to the bathroom, the cell still in her hands and held to her ear. She looked at mirror and yelled at the top of her lungs in fright.
"SIR!? Sir? Are you okay??" The 911 operator asked worriedly.
"Yeah.. Uh huh.. I'm uhh fine.. Uhh huh.. Jus' great.." Slurred Elizabeth, huskily. "There was LOCs of about... 20 minutes, I guess."
"You're a doctor sir?"
Elizabeth sighed, swallowed and ran his tongue over his lips. "Yes.
Dr.Dave Malucci."