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.
The woman in scrubs turned out to work at that hospital.
She knew exactly where to go, who to yell for, how to move people aside.
Within seconds the woman was gone through automatic doors and swallowed by bright lights and urgency.
