Chapter 2 - Emergency Paramedics Rush Into The Grand Ballroom
Red and blue emergency lights spun wildly against the crystal chandeliers of the Whitmore Hotel ballroom, casting frantic patterns across the polished marble floor. Two Chicago paramedics pushed their heavy trauma cart through the double doors, their boots clicking urgently against the ivory aisle runner.
Evelyn held eight-year-old Sophie tightly against her chest, whispering soothing reassurances while warm blood continued to soak through her sleeve. “Hold on, my brave girl; help is right here,” Evelyn choked out, fighting back a fresh wave of blinding fury.
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The lead paramedic immediately knelt beside them, pressing a sterile gauze compress gently against the ugly laceration on Sophie’s head. “She’s concussed and losing blood; we need to get her into the trauma unit at Northwestern Memorial immediately,” he commanded sharply.
Preston stood a few feet away, his tuxedo jacket still pristine, watching the medical team with an expression of cold, annoyed detachment.
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