I could feel someone pull me off the sick bastard.
"Dr. Butler, Miss Lewis is asking for you!" someone screamed. Reason slowly seeped into my mind and I turned slowly towards the source of the voice.
I stiffly turned towards Evie and found her being attended to by two paramedics. I had to slap myself to control my thoughts as I kneeled beside her.
"How is she looking?" I asked, my voice shaking. The paramedic, who was busy wrapping a tourniquet around my injured thigh.
"She is losing blood because of the drugs in her system. It has reduced clotting of blood cells and therefore she is at higher risk at the moment," he said without looking at me.
"She is going to be okay, right?" I gulped.
"Yes. Once we have her in the hospital and ween her off the drugs, we will have stabilized her. I will need you to accompany me," he said quietly.
