was coming.
Her phone was working. Help was on its way.
It was amazing that the signal had reached down here, but this was a shallow tunnel, with ventilation shafts rising at regular intervals. The simple knowledge that she had phone reception made her feel better. And Josh was coming … All of a sudden she felt a thousand per cent lighter. She told Malu and felt the faint relaxation of the grip on her hand. Cairns Air Sea Rescue would be the forerunners, she knew. The cavalry was heading this way.
She gripped her phone hard, as if it alone was a link to the outside world. Help. Heavy machinery. Skill, technology, care. All the things needed to get them out of here.
Josh was coming.
It shouldn’t make one scrap of difference that Josh would be one of the rescue crew. Their marriage had been over for years. They talked occasionally as casual acquaintances. Friends? Probably not even that.
But still … Josh was coming.
‘So you still got reception?’ Malu whispered, sounding incredulous, and she looked at the one bar out of five signalling a really weak link to the outside world.
‘Just.’
‘Tell ‘em to hurry,’ Malu muttered. ‘And tell them if there’s one single camera at the mine mouth then I need a new pair of trousers before they bring me out.’
She even managed a chuckle. He was so brave.
His pulse was so weak …
‘I’ll tell them,’ she said and ventured a text back.
Yeah, we’re underground. There’s a bit of rock between us and the entrance. We’re not very respectable. If you’re coming in we’d appreciate a change of clothes. There’s a distinct lack of laundry facilities down here.
She read it to Malu and he managed a chuckle. She should say more, she thought. She should give a complete medical update but for now it was enough that she was breathing and Malu was breathing.
She just had to keep it that way until Josh …
Until the cavalry arrived.
The plane was taxiing out onto the runway. ‘Phones off now,’ the pilot snapped, and Josh went to flick off his phone—and then paused as a message appeared.
If you’re coming in we’d appreciate a change of clothes. There’s a distinct lack of laundry facilities down here.
He swore. Then he swore again.
‘Josh?’ Beth was watching, all concern.
‘She’s down there,’ he said grimly. ‘Maddie’s trapped.’
‘Then all the more reason to turn your phone off so we can take off.’ But she took the phone from his hands and stared at the screen, and her face tightened. This team were used to horror, but when it affected one of their own …
‘Wait thirty seconds,’ she told the pilot, and she started texting.
‘What?’ He tried to grab his phone back, but she turned her back on him and kept typing. Then the text sent, and she handed it back.
He looked down at what she’d written.
We’re on our way. With Josh in the lead. He’ll be in there with you, even if he has to dig in with his bare hands.
‘Beth …’ He could hardly speak.
‘Truth?’ she queried, and he tried to swallow panic. And failed.
‘Truth,’ he muttered, and he flicked his phone off and they were on their way.
WHAT BLESSED FAIRY had made her run into the mine with a fully loaded medical bag?
What bad goblin had made her run in at all?
In the hours that followed, Maddie tried to get a grip on what had happened.
There should have been systems in place to stop her, she decided as the darkness seemed to grow blacker around her. There should also have been barriers to stop the mine’s ex-employees gaining access in the first place.
But who was in control? Where was Ian Lockhart? He owned this mine, or at least his brother did. So much on this island was running down. Lockhart money had dried up. There’d even been mutterings that the medical service would have to close.
At least the service had still been operating this morning, she thought, grasping at any ray of light she could find in this nightmare. The good news was that she’d been here. Yes, she’d been dumb enough to run into the mine, but she’d carried three units of saline and she’d only used two on Malu. The bleeding had slowed to nothing and his blood pressure was rising and …
And she was still trapped underground. A long way underground.
Her telephone beeped into life again. Ringing. Not a message.
A real person! But first she frantically sought settings to turn the volume down. The dust was still settling around them, and it seemed to her that any little sound might cause more rock to fall.
Malu was no longer aware. She’d given him more morphine and he’d fallen into an uneasy slumber. The ringtone hadn’t woken him.
‘H-hi.’ It felt eerie to be calmly answering the phone in such conditions. She had to stop and cough. ‘H-hold on.’
Let it be Josh.
Why did she think that? Josh was coming from Cairns. He couldn’t be here yet. The coughing eased and she managed to focus again.
‘Maddie?’ The voice at the end of the phone was growing frantic. Not Josh.
She recognised the voice—Keanu, one of the other two island doctors. Sam, the island’s chief permanent doctor, had decided to take leave before she had her baby, which meant she and Keanu were currently the only doctors on the island.
‘What’s happening?’ he demanded. ‘Are you okay?’
‘We seem to be trapped but we’re okay.’ She glanced down again at Malu. ‘You and me both, aren’t we, Malu?’
Malu didn’t respond but she didn’t expect him to. The wound on his thigh was ugly. Without morphine he’d be writhing. She released the pressure from his makeshift mask a little, trying to get a balance between stopping the grit and making it harder for him to breathe.
Oxygen would be good. Why hadn’t she lugged in an oxygen cylinder, as well?
She should have brought a wheelbarrow.
‘Maddie?’
She jerked herself back to focussing on the call. ‘Keanu? Malu has an impact injury, thigh.’
