Morpheous helplessly looked at the IV line being inserted into the driver's hand, and for a moment, his own hands shivered.
"Morpheous! Do something!" Caroline hushed into his ears again, looking at him desperately. Felling torn, he looked at her helplessly, hoping against hope that the man would somehow endure until reaching the hospital.
But then, all of a sudden, the vital monitor started beeping alarmingly.
"Blood pressure 80/40. Patient tanking!" And the nurse's words were enough to make Caroline get up from her seat.
"How long?" She asked, looking at the driver of the ambulance.
"Seven minutes, Maam!"
His bleeding was not stopping, and they were still seven minutes away from the hospital. This was not looking good.
"Note the volume of peritoneal bleeding per minute!" She instructed the nurse and looked at Morpheous. "Can you put pressure on the wound instead?"
