What she saw when they got to the west wing made her realize the reason for Dare’s concern. The huge mango tree that used to stand by the window of Francine’s bedroom had toppled over in the wind, smashing through the roof and leaving a gaping hole. The wind rushed through like air blown down a funnel, creating a miniature wind storm inside the room. As the beams from both flashlights lit up the area Erin could see papers, leaves and debris strewn all around and rain streaming in through the damaged roof.
“Jeez, this is bad,” Dare murmured and stepped inside to get a better look.
A sudden gust of wind tore a plank from the jagged roof, sending it flying across the room.
“Watch out,” Erin yelled.
Dare swiveled round, the light of his flashlight cutting through the air. He never even saw it coming. The plank slammed into Dare’s side and smacked him on the head with a crack that echoed around the room. The flashlight was the first to fall. Then, like a hill of flour in a torrent of rain, Dare crumbled and collapsed onto the sodden floor.
“Dare!” Erin screamed but there was no answer. All she could hear was the deafening, diabolical roar of the hurricane winds.
Chapter 10
“Oh, no,” Erin cried out and ran to kneel at Dare’s side. Her robe was immediately soaked with the water running freely on the floor. She shone the flashlight onto Dare and saw that he had fallen face down on the floor, water only inches from his nose. And he was not moving.
“Oh, God,” Erin whispered. “God help me.”
Quickly, she propped the flashlight on a pile of cushions nearby then reached for Dare, lifting his face clear of the water. Without hesitation she sat in the water and slid her legs under his head to lay it on her lap. Then, gently but urgently, she patted his face. “Dare, wake up. Please, honey. I need you to get up.”
Her desperate pleas fell on deaf ears. Dare had been knocked unconscious.
Erin looked around, her mind racing. They could not stay there with water swirling around them and the shrieking wind threatening to pelt them with more debris. But what could she do? She couldn’t possibly lift Dare but she couldn’t leave him there either.
Then her eyes flew to the cover on the bed. If she could just roll him onto it then she could drag him out of the room and out of danger. Erin reached for a pillow that had fallen to the floor. Gently, she slid Dare’s head from her lap and laid it on the soft support.
Slowly, she pulled her hand away and she almost cried out again. Her hand was smeared with blood. She had to move quickly. Dare was hurt even worse than she’d realized.
Braving the howling winds she half-dashed, half-waded to the bed in the middle of the room. The cover was soaking wet and heavy but she had no choice. She stripped the bed of its cover and dragged it over to where Dare lay. She spread it out on the ground then slowly, gingerly she lifted his head then she heaved and was just barely able to shift his head and torso onto the fabric. His bottom half was easier. When he was stretched out on the cover she propped the flashlight on his chest, angling it so it lit her path. Then she grabbed two handfuls of the cover and pulled. He did not budge. Kicking off her now sodden bedroom slippers she planted her feet on the ground and heaved. And that’s when he began to move. Inch by inch she dragged Dare through the door and out into the hallway. Inch by inch she pulled him to safety.
By the time she got him out of the room and at a safe distance away she was panting from the effort. Unable to go further she slid down in a heap beside her prostrate husband.
Drawing up her legs she wrapped her arms around them and dropped her forehead onto her knees. What was she going to do now? Dare needed help but even if she got phone service what ambulance would come running in the middle of a hurricane? But what if he slept himself into a coma? Heavens, what was she to do? She couldn’t just sit there all night.
Worn out with worry, a soft sob escaped Erin’s lips and then another until she was sobbing in earnest. What made it worse, the harder she tried to stop the faster the tears came. Where had the practical levelheaded Erin gone? Pregnancy had turned her into a mountain of mush and she didn’t like it, not one bit. But still she could not stop crying.
“Erin, are you alright?”
The sobs froze in Erin’s throat. Her head snapped up and she peered down at Dare who was still stretched out on the cloth but this time his eyes were open. Those wonderful gray eyes were staring back at her.
“Dare,” she said, her voice breaking, “you’re back.” She scrambled to her knees and reached over to gather him in her arms. When he flinched she drew back. “I’m sorry. I’ll be gentle. I promise.”