Jenny rushed back into the kitchen, the jack in her hand.  “I got it,” she said breathlessly, dropping down to the floor next to Bette.

“All right, I lift and you position it,” Bette instructed, placing her hands under the refrigerator.  “On the count of three.”

Jenny nodded.  “Just remember, this jack may not hold it up long, so we need to hurry.  If the weight shifts, it could fall again.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.  One, two, three!” Bette shouted, grunting as she lifted the appliance up.

Jenny quickly slid the jack into the small space and Bette gratefully dropped the refrigerator back down on top of it.  The appliance wobbled slightly, then stilled.

Bette caught Jenny’s eye.  “Let’s make this quick,” she said grimly, sliding around toward Tina’s head.

Nodding, Jenny went around to the side to help extract Tina’s lower body.  Bette carefully took hold of Tina’s arms and began gently tugging while Jenny tried freeing Tina’s legs.  “*****, I’m gonna have to get closer,” Jenny muttered, laying on her stomach and inching her way under the refrigerator next to Tina.

“Be careful,” Bette warned.  “And let’s be careful with her.  She could have a back injury.  We don’t want to make it worse.”

Biting her lip, Jenny mumbled a reply before careful tugging at Tina’s pants leg, freeing one leg.  Working quickly, she began pulling on the other leg.  Bette had a hold on Tina’s arms, slowly scooting backwards across the floor on her bottom.  Tina was nearly free; only one leg remained wrenched under the large appliance.

There was a scraping sound and a clunk as the refrigerator slipped partway off of the jack, causing the appliance to fall several inches.  Without even thinking, Jenny took a deep breath and pushed herself further under the refrigerator, allowing herself to absorb the impact rather than Tina, and helping to keep the appliance up so Bette could get Tina out from under it.  “*****!” Jenny screamed out as the appliance knocked into her body and pain shot through her body.

“Oh God, Jenny, are you okay?” Bette asked frantically, dropping one of Tina’s arms.

“I’m fine,” Jenny lied, biting the inside of her cheek to try and help ignore the pain and fight back her tears.  Using her elbow for leverage, she threw her palms against the surface of the refrigerator and pushed against it, trying to keep some of the weight off of her.  “Just get her out.”  She wasn’t hurt badly, but she would surely have bruises after this.