The more she talked, the less sense she made. But he didn't really care. Her head moves almost as much as her mouth, Her shoulders went up and down as he moved her arms, waving them around her hands dancing in the air in front of her like a maestro directing an orchestra . Her fingers danced almost as much as her arms. All of this tended to create a effect of a very manic woman trying to get something very important out but being hindered by her own inability to slow down and focus on what she was trying to say.
The question was what was so important ? Why was she so frantic? He could only slowly start to make out bits and pieces of what she was trying to say.
Looking at the direction from which she had come. He saw the building from she had just came from. The airport. Then his eyes went slowly above the top of the building. The thick black smoke slowly rose above the roof of the building. As it rose up higher, the winds pushed it around. Suddenly it came to him, She wanted him to come and help with whatever was going on.
He had only just arrived and gotten out of his car when she approached him, talking a mile a minute, so fast her words ran together thus making her dialect that much even more pronounced. At first he couldn’t understand what had drawn her to him the second he appeared from his car. Then glancing down, He realized he had on his porter uniform. He had just barely arrived at the airport to begin a long shift hauling luggage around for people who more money than he’d ever see in his lifetime. Finely able to take his eyes off her, he realized what happened.
A airplane had crashed on a runway behind the airport tower, and all hell was breaking loose. People were scrambling everywhere, sirens blaring and big trucks rolled, barely missing his car. The lady grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the building. He let himself be pulled along. Obviously there was something important she wanted him to see or do. They managed to push their way into the building the crowd was confused and scared as she dragged through the maze of people. There in a back corner of a back room was a another lady.
She looked to be about the same age as the first lady. She was sitting on the floor, One took told him he a big problem, on his hands. Aside from being scared and in pain, she was very, very pregnant. As in about to pop any minute.
Many thing went through his mind; chief among them; “I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout birthin’ no baby” Then his old army training took over evaluate . determine best course of action, and then do it. Looking around he saw a empty office with a couch, He pointed to office and he and the lady got the other one up on her feet, and started as quickly as she could manage to the office. Once in the office they lay her on the couch. Then it was time to settle down that talking lady, He finally got her to understand that she should with her, while went to look for help and supplies, he’d be back as quick as possible. Out of the office looking around in the confusion, he spotted a storeroom. Fortunately whoever was in there last forgot to lock it. Inside he found a first aid kit, grabbed some blankets, along the way back got some bottled water, Within a very few minutes he was back.
Inside the room, the patient was in pretty bad shape, The panic lady had gotten most of her restrictive cloths off, and gotten as comfortable as she could on the couch. Now for the hard part delivering a baby, without proper equipment or experience or training. As they begin the process of giving birth the rest of the world seemed to fade away for a while, they were so intent on what they were doing. For them in that office, there was no airport, no crashed plane, no sirens and people yelling and screaming and general confusion, for the next hour.
One hour later; they had a brand new baby boy. Both mother and her sister are doing fine and he could finally start breathing again. With a great sense of relief and pride he went to find the proper people to help take care of them.