Chapter 10 - Emily Regains Brief Conscious Awareness
Detective Miller walked into the trauma bay, his expression hardening instantly as the foul smell of infection hit his senses.
He stared down at Emily’s rotting, staple-scarred forearm, then looked at the medical charts flashing unstable vitals.
“Did she do this to herself?” Detective Miller asked quietly, looking back at me with solemn professional concern.
“Impossible. The cast was applied externally with professional orthopedic materials, but sealed without proper medical drainage,” I explained.
Suddenly, Emily stirred on the mattress, her eyelids fluttering open as she fought through the heavy fog of septic delirium.
Her dull, pain-filled eyes locked onto Detective Miller’s badge hanging against his dark tactical vest.
May you like
“Please... don’t let him... put the cast back on...” she whispered, her voice like dry autumn leaves scraping pavement.
“Who did this to you, Mrs. Harris?” Detective Miller asked gently, leaning down close to her bedside.
Related Stories
