Chapter Forty-Seven
Saturday, October 23rd, 2000, 12:58 am
“…think I should call an ambulance!”
“Wait! Look, Angie – she’s opening her eyes!” Zoe said. “Gem! Are you OK, Gem?”
Zoe was holding her. Gemma was lying on the floor of the Dungeon – she was out of the stocks. Angie was kneeling next to her, a terrified expression on her face.
“Wh…what happened to me?” she whispered.
“Christ Gem, you fainted!” Zoe told her. “We thought you were going to strangle yourself on the stocks when you flopped down! Angie got you out but we were really worried! I felt so helpless because I was still all strapped in over there. Is your neck OK?”
Gemma tried to remember. Her neck did feel a bit sore. Wait! Angie had thrust a soldering iron up her backside!
“Zoe…call the police! Call an ambulance! For
