Barely.
Was she bleeding?
No.
Was she speaking?
Not really.
Was I alone?
At that exact moment, a compact gray sedan pulled over a few yards behind my car.
A woman in blue scrubs jumped out and ran toward us.
“I’m a nurse,” she said before she even reached us. “What happened?”
I could have cried from relief.
“She was walking,” I said. “Holding her chest. Then she collapsed.”
The nurse knelt immediately and checked her pulse, her breathing, the color in her face.
She looked up at me, sharp and steady.
“How long since you called?”
“Maybe two minutes.”
The nurse glanced toward the road, then back at the woman.
“What hospital’s closest?”
“County Medical,” I said.
“Four minutes if traffic’s light.”
The nurse bit the inside of her cheek and looked at the woman again.
The dispatcher was still talking through my phone.
The nurse leaned toward it and identified herself.
