With Miss LaBlanc's life hanging in the balance, my mind raced, searching for a way to save her. The kitchen was filled with frightened onlookers, their eyes fixed on the intense scene unfolding before them.
Without hesitation, I called out for anyone with medical knowledge or supplies to come forward. Slowly, a timid woman emerged from the crowd, her hands trembling as she carried a small first aid kit.
Time was slipping away, and I knew we had to act swiftly. With the assistance of the trembling woman, we carefully examined Miss LaBlanc's wounds. The bullet lodged in her lung posed a severe threat, and her weakening pulse only amplified the urgency.
Using the limited resources available, we did our absolute best to stabilize Miss LaBlanc's condition. With the woman's assistance, we carefully extracted the bullet from her lung, improvising with the tools at hand. The tension in the room was palpable as we worked against the ticking clock.
