Chapter 42
Week 13, Instructor Calendar December 1898
Concordia groped toward the nozzle and finally located the metal wheel that controlled the cut-off valve.
Drat, it was bent. She couldn’t turn it.
She crawled back over to David.
Carrying him was out of the question. She clutched his collar and tried dragging him along the floor. Her limbs felt so heavy. Dizziness came in waves.
She collapsed against him, chafing his wrists, shaking his shoulders. “David!” she shouted in his ear.
His eyes fluttered, then closed. He sighed.
“Oh, David,” she sobbed against his cheek, making it wet with her tears. “Please, please....” She kissed him.
He stirred, and put his arms around her languidly. “M’dear....” He opened his eyes.
She gulped down relieved sobs and helped him sit up. “I can’t...
