Unformatted text preview: old blonde, single, car crash victim. "More water!" "More gauze!" "More pressure right here!" He hardly had time to survey the scene, and instead yelled out above the clutter of voices, "What do we need?!" Three heads promptly looked up from the woman's body, hands still engaged in the bloody entanglement. "Another Ancef, another dilaudid STAT!" He wasn't sure which of the three had given him the orders, as the yellow face masks and wrinkled head covers camouflaged their moving mouths, but it didn't matter. He had his instructions. As he turned to leave, now on the clock, he noticed that the telephone to his right had been ringing the entire time....
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- Spring '08
- Creative Writing, 25year, CJ Michaud, CJ Michaud WRT