Day of Ash: Nomis Interuptis

“Is it a drill?” I ask the floor captain who rushed to make sure I was moving.

It was not.

That means going down six flights of stairs and then a 1/4 mile walk.

We hit the stairwell, and at first, Ash was confused. Then it dawned on him. EVERYONE is going THIS WAY… So dad must go this way.

After the third flight, right when my legs started to threaten to go out, Ash put the perfect amount of tension on the leash that allowed me to lean back, taking some of the pressure off my back.

By the bottom, my back is screaming at me, and Ash is now poking people. The moment they look at him, he looks at me, but keeps moving the whole way.

As we get to destination, Ash all but drags me to the edge of the fountain that is a sitting bench. Coworkers see this, and offer to check me in for roll call.

Burst water pipe. That is what it was.

We make our way back upstairs, thankfully by elevator. Back at my desk, Ash pushes me into my chair.

Then he goes under the desk, leash still on him, pulling me to my keyboard. Rests his head on my leg, letting me take the leash off..

At which point he lays down and passes out.

I am in enough pain that,”the room is dusty”.

Yet, I am proud of how he handled it.

-Z