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The sirens wailed in the distance, but I knew it’d still be a while before they got here.
Traffic was atrocious now, and when I glanced that way, it was backed up for as far as I could see.
“This vest needs to go…” I said urgently to Keene. “Then I need you to back these cars up. There needs to be enough space for the bird to land.”
The bird, also known as the medevac helicopter, I could already hear in the distance, too.
They’d made good time.
Keene helped me get to the man’s chest, then he was off, handling traffic.
It took him two minutes to back everyone up, and push everyone forward, far enough that the helicopter could land.
I had pressure on the wound and was talking to Trooper Garrison about his dog at home, when the bird finally landed.
Luckily, I’d even been able to start an IV.
Which was impressive seeing as the trooper had that in his bag.
It was well stocked, and I made a mental note to add one that well stocked to my own vehicle.
“My wife,” the trooper said stiffly, his breath coming in shallow pants. “Will you call her for me?”
I pulled his phone from his pocket, then said, “What’s your code?”
Keeping him talking was great.
But the amount of blood he was losing, as well as the number of breaths he wasn’t taking now, was very concerning.
“2134,” he rasped.
I called his wife.
She was listed as ‘My Girl’ in his phone. She was the last ten calls on his list.
God.
I pressed go on the phone, hoping that the woman who was about to answer on the other end of the line could hear me over the helicopter.
“Hey, babe,” a cheery female voice said. “Are you done with work finally? You were supposed to be off an hour ago, you know. Your son is crying his eyes out for some reason. Started about ten minutes…”
“Ma’am,” I said stiffly, hating to hear that this man had a wife and a son.
I swallowed hard.
“What’s wrong?”
I pressed the phone to Trooper Garrison’s ear and listened as he told his wife he loved her.
By the time he was done, I could hear her cries and see his tears.
It was heartbreaking.
“You’re not dying on me, buddy,” I said, placing his phone back in his pocket for the hospital to deal with. “How old is that baby?”
“He’s six months,” he coughed softly. “Such a good baby, too.”
The flight nurse and the medic ran up with a stretcher and their bags.
