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17. Sasha Neuman
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2021-08-27 22:21:24"Oh, God...please," Gray Stewart prayed, holding Sasha Neuman's bloodied hand tightly in between her shaking hands. "Please," she whispered underneath her breath, gazing down with her well up eyes at an unconscious redhead woman wearing a non-rebreather oxygen mask with a pulse oximeter attached to her finger that was connected to a monitor.
The equipment inside the ambulance slightly sways with the high-speed driving. The two paramedics smeared with blood sat quietly across from Gray with the female paramedic studying the electrocardiogram monitor and the man beside her monitoring the patient. Only the soft sobbing and whispers of Gray could be heard amidst the reverberating noises from the siren and vehicle horns. And the faint beeping of the ECG monitor.
"...please..." Gray leaned her forehead on their clasped hands, and her eyes, closed. "...please..." Thank you for reading! Share your thoughts in the comments!
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