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Authors: Karen D. Badger
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goodbye.
Jordan spent most evenings standing by the window waiting for the light to come on in Maggie's bedroom so she could catch a glimpse of the redhead. Her heart was heavy with regret. Maggie's revulsion with her condition was something she hadn't anticipated.
Three weeks after Maggie discovered the implant, she asked that Jordan help with the barn raising. Jordan looked forward to it, as she knew Maggie was deeply involved in the project and would no doubt be a frequent visitor on the jobsite. By the time she joined the crew, the footing had already been poured and the wall frames erected. Jordan arrived on the jobsite with her tool belt in hand and immediately climbed the staging to assist with the rafter assembly.
From her vantage point in the rafters, Jordan could see Maggie moving around the site, reading blueprints with Dave and assisting in various ways. Unbeknownst to her, Maggie stole every opportunity possible to glance upward when she was certain Jordan wasn't looking. Jordan was working side-by-side with one of the carpenters when one such opportunity arose.
"Wow, that redhead down there is really hot," the carpenter commented to Jordan.
Jordan glanced down at Maggie who was talking to Dave several yards below them. "Forget it Don. Somehow, I don't think she'd be interested in you," Jordan chuckled.
Don looked offended. "And, why not? I'm a good-looking guy. What is she, a dyke or something?"
Jordan raised her eyebrows at the man. "You do realize she's the boss, right?"
Don snorted. "I don't care who she is. I answer only to Dave."
"Whatever," Jordan replied as she drove a spike into the rafter Don was holding level. "Okay, your turn."
Don retrieved a spike from his tool belt and began to hammer it into the wood. When he realized Maggie was looking up at them again, he took his attention off what he was doing for a brief moment to smile at her and promptly lost his footing.
"Whoa!" he yelled as he struggled to maintain his position on the beam.
Jordan tried to reach the man, but in his attempt to catch himself, he released his end of the rafter. It pivoted toward Jordan as it was being held aloft only by the spike she had driven into it moments earlier. Jordan had all she could do to maintain her own balance on the beam as she avoided the swinging rafter, and watched helplessly as Don fell to the floor of the barn.
Maggie screamed as he narrowly missed landing on her.
"Don't touch him," Jordan said loudly as she scrambled across the beam toward the ladder. "Please, don't move him."
Jordan climbed down the ladder as fast as she could. "Call an ambulance, quickly." She fell to her knees beside the fallen man and touched the side of his face gently. Maggie, Dave and several of the crewmembers circled them helplessly.
"Don? Don, can you hear me?" she asked.
Don blinked his eyes and tried to nod his head.
"Don't move your head, Don, okay? Help is on the way. Can you breathe? Blink twice for yes, once for no."
Don blinked twice.
"Good." Jordan looked up at Dave and Maggie. "I need something soft to stabilize his neck, towels, pillows, rolled up blankets, anything. Please hurry."
"I have some blankets and towels in the truck." Dave turned and ran out of the barn.
Maggie squatted down next to Jordan. "What can I do to help?" she asked anxiously.
Dave returned carrying a blanket and several towels. He handed them to Jordan. "I'm afraid they're not very clean," he said.
"I don't think he'll care at this point." Jordan reached up for the blankets and gave one to Maggie. "Cover him up while I stabilize his neck. It will help to prevent shock."
Maggie and Dave worked together to drape a blanket over Don while Jordan rolled two of the towels and placed them on either side of Don's neck then held them there to prevent him from moving his head back and forth. She then lowered her ear to his mouth to monitor how laboriously he was breathing. Satisfied that his airway was unobstructed, she smiled at the
Jordan spent most evenings standing by the window waiting for the light to come on in Maggie's bedroom so she could catch a glimpse of the redhead. Her heart was heavy with regret. Maggie's revulsion with her condition was something she hadn't anticipated.
Three weeks after Maggie discovered the implant, she asked that Jordan help with the barn raising. Jordan looked forward to it, as she knew Maggie was deeply involved in the project and would no doubt be a frequent visitor on the jobsite. By the time she joined the crew, the footing had already been poured and the wall frames erected. Jordan arrived on the jobsite with her tool belt in hand and immediately climbed the staging to assist with the rafter assembly.
From her vantage point in the rafters, Jordan could see Maggie moving around the site, reading blueprints with Dave and assisting in various ways. Unbeknownst to her, Maggie stole every opportunity possible to glance upward when she was certain Jordan wasn't looking. Jordan was working side-by-side with one of the carpenters when one such opportunity arose.
"Wow, that redhead down there is really hot," the carpenter commented to Jordan.
Jordan glanced down at Maggie who was talking to Dave several yards below them. "Forget it Don. Somehow, I don't think she'd be interested in you," Jordan chuckled.
Don looked offended. "And, why not? I'm a good-looking guy. What is she, a dyke or something?"
Jordan raised her eyebrows at the man. "You do realize she's the boss, right?"
Don snorted. "I don't care who she is. I answer only to Dave."
"Whatever," Jordan replied as she drove a spike into the rafter Don was holding level. "Okay, your turn."
Don retrieved a spike from his tool belt and began to hammer it into the wood. When he realized Maggie was looking up at them again, he took his attention off what he was doing for a brief moment to smile at her and promptly lost his footing.
"Whoa!" he yelled as he struggled to maintain his position on the beam.
Jordan tried to reach the man, but in his attempt to catch himself, he released his end of the rafter. It pivoted toward Jordan as it was being held aloft only by the spike she had driven into it moments earlier. Jordan had all she could do to maintain her own balance on the beam as she avoided the swinging rafter, and watched helplessly as Don fell to the floor of the barn.
Maggie screamed as he narrowly missed landing on her.
"Don't touch him," Jordan said loudly as she scrambled across the beam toward the ladder. "Please, don't move him."
Jordan climbed down the ladder as fast as she could. "Call an ambulance, quickly." She fell to her knees beside the fallen man and touched the side of his face gently. Maggie, Dave and several of the crewmembers circled them helplessly.
"Don? Don, can you hear me?" she asked.
Don blinked his eyes and tried to nod his head.
"Don't move your head, Don, okay? Help is on the way. Can you breathe? Blink twice for yes, once for no."
Don blinked twice.
"Good." Jordan looked up at Dave and Maggie. "I need something soft to stabilize his neck, towels, pillows, rolled up blankets, anything. Please hurry."
"I have some blankets and towels in the truck." Dave turned and ran out of the barn.
Maggie squatted down next to Jordan. "What can I do to help?" she asked anxiously.
Dave returned carrying a blanket and several towels. He handed them to Jordan. "I'm afraid they're not very clean," he said.
"I don't think he'll care at this point." Jordan reached up for the blankets and gave one to Maggie. "Cover him up while I stabilize his neck. It will help to prevent shock."
Maggie and Dave worked together to drape a blanket over Don while Jordan rolled two of the towels and placed them on either side of Don's neck then held them there to prevent him from moving his head back and forth. She then lowered her ear to his mouth to monitor how laboriously he was breathing. Satisfied that his airway was unobstructed, she smiled at the
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