Chapter 5 - The Emergency Room Lock Down At Thomas Jefferson
The SUV screeched to a halt under the bright blue emergency lights of the Jefferson University Hospital ambulance bay on Tenth Street.
Marcus leaped out of the driver's seat, hauling Clara into his arms and kicking open the automatic double glass doors of the trauma center.
"Code Red! I need a resuscitation team and immediate toxicology isolation right now!" Marcus screamed at the head triage nurse.
Nurses and ER physicians rushed forward with a rolling gurney, transferring Clara's limp body while hooking up heart monitoring pads.
The green screen flickered to life, showing a terrifyingly slow heart rate of twenty-four beats per minute—barely enough to keep her alive.
"Her pupils are pinpoint, and her oxygen saturation is dropping fast! Get two milligrams of Atropine and Naloxone ready!" the ER doctor ordered.
Before the medical team could push the gurney into Trauma Room 2, three Philadelphia police officers burst into the waiting lobby.
"Marcus Vance? Drop to your knees and put your hands behind your head immediately!" the lead officer commanded, drawing his Taser weapon.
"What are you doing? My wife was buried alive! She needs immediate medical treatment!" Marcus yelled, refusing to move away from the gurney.
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"We received an emergency call from her legal guardian, Eleanor Vance. She reported you for body snatching and desecration!" the officer stated.
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