The bloodcurdling scream of the ambulance tore the peaceful afternoon sky, the sound of quick hurried footsteps resounded on the cemented pavement outside the Crawford Mansion, panic voices were coming from everywhere as the stretcher pulled into a sudden halt in front of the waiting ambulance and carefully loaded inside.
I got lost amid chaos as I lay there on the stretcher with my eyes firmly closed, and my consciousness drifting back and forth. The car jolted before it finally roared to life. Moments later the Ambulance was hurriedly making its way to the nearest hospital with sirens wailing commanding the highway to clear so it could swiftly pass.
Hard, calloused hands were holding my left hand firmly, giving it a bit of warmth it needed. The gentle gesture filled my heart with comfort. Even if I wasn't seeing anyone, I feel his presence beside me, calling my name over and over again with tears spilling down his cheeks.
