Chapter 9 - Rushing to the Hospital While Tensions Boil Over
The paramedics loaded Emily onto a gurney, securing her safely with straps and checking her vital signs.
“I’m going with her in the back of the rig,” I told the driver as they wheeled her toward the doors.
“Climb aboard, Dad, we need someone here to keep her calm during transport,” the male medic replied.
I held Emily’s hand the entire ride to the county general hospital, whispering words of comfort into her ear.
The ambulance siren wailed through city traffic, cutting a clear path toward the emergency room bay.
Behind us, my mother followed in her sedan, still convinced she could twist the narrative to the authorities.
When we arrived at the hospital entrance, medical staff swarmed the gurney, rushing Emily through automatic doors.
I was stopped at the triage desk to fill out immediate emergency admission and insurance paperwork.
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My hands were still shaking so badly I could barely write my own name on the clipboard.
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