There had been some kind of traffic backup from a wreck a few roads over.
The ambulance was coming, but not fast enough for her liking.
The nurse made the call.
“We take her ourselves.”
Everything after that happened in a blur.
The nurse and I helped lift the woman.
She moaned once, very faintly.
Her head rolled against my shoulder.
I remember the smell of perfume and cold air and fear.
We laid her carefully across the backseat of my car.
The nurse climbed in beside her and kept talking to her in a calm, low voice the entire drive.
“You’re okay. Stay with me. Breathe for me. That’s it. Stay with me.”
I drove faster than I’ve ever driven in my life.
My hands clamped so hard on the wheel my knuckles ached.
Every red light felt like a personal insult from God.
By the time we screeched into the emergency drop-off lane, nurses were already wheeling a gurney out.
