Chapter 11 - Emergency Medics Fight To Save Lucas On The Floor
The opulent ballroom transformed into a chaotic medical triage unit within seconds as emergency paramedics rushed through the doors.
“We need a trauma board and pressure bandages right now! He’s losing too much blood!” the lead medic shouted urgently.
Eleanor knelt on the marble floor, her elegant evening dress stained bright crimson as she refused to let go of Lucas’s hand.
“I’m right here, Eleanor... I’m not going anywhere,” Lucas whispered weakly, his dark eyes flickering with pain and exhaustion.
“You saved my life... why would you take a bullet for me after everything our families did?” she sobbed softly.
“Because... protecting you was the only promise I kept for ten years,” Lucas managed to say before his eyes drifted shut.
“Pulse is dropping! Get the defibrillator ready, clear the area!” the paramedic commanded, shoving medical equipment into place.
Eleanor was gently pulled away by a security officer, her heart breaking as she watched them fight to keep Lucas alive.
The grand American flag standing near the elevator fluttered in the draft from the broken terrace doors, indifferent to the tragedy.
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Paramedics lifted Lucas onto a stretcher, rushing him toward the private elevator to descend to the waiting ambulance below.
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