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“Radio the ambulance and tell them we will meet them on the way.” I turned the heat on full blast and rubbed her body with my hands, desperately trying to warm her.
Everett stepped on the gas, and we sped off toward the hospital. The sky erupted in lightning, thunder cracked, and rain enveloped us. The sky was dark and ominous as lightning lit up the night. Thunder shook the ground with a deep rumble, and the wind howled. Heavy rain pelted the car, creating a roar of sound. Trees swayed violently, and branches snapped off, crashing to the ground. The storm was so powerful that it seemed like the heavens were mourning with me. It was like the earth knew my heart was shattering, as it mimicked the storm inside me.
I felt nauseated watching the light fade from her eyes. The eyes I had grown accustomed to wrapping myself inside of for the past six months. Looking into her eyes, I see only her and our future.
This couldn't be the end of our story. It was just beginning, and that fucker wasn't going to take the only thing in my life that made sense.
"I can't lose her, Everett.” I moved her hair out of her face. “
“James?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“What were you thinking? I told you to run.” My eyes pricked with tears. My throat was tight, and I fought to hide my fear from her.
“I saved you.” She smiled, but the emotion barely reached her eyes. I could tell that each word she spoke exhausted her further.
I nodded. My throat was too dry to speak.
“James, I am so cold.”
“I know, baby. I know. We are almost there.”
Her eyes fluttered closed. "Is he dead?"
“Yes. He can't hurt you anymore.”
"Or you."
Then she was quiet again. I pushed my fingers against her neck to feel her pulse. It was barely there.
A thready thrum against my fingertips. "Fuck, Ava. Wake up!"
Sirens pierced the air as they broke through the trees. Everett slammed on the brakes, meeting the ambulance. I jumped out of the car with her, met the paramedics at the back of the ambulance, and laid her on a stretcher.
“What happened?" A young female paramedic with blonde hair approached us while her male counterparts strapped Ava in and loaded her into the back of the ambulance.
"She has cuts to both wrists. I tied my shirt around her wrists to slow the bleeding, but she had already lost a significant amount of blood."
"Self-inflicted?"
"Yes, but she's not suicidal."
The blonde furrowed her brows. "How long ago did this happen?"
"I don't know, twenty minutes ago. I think. We were trying to escape a killer. She cut her wrists to get him away from me. Look, it's fucking complicated. I am an FBI agent, and she is a high priority. Can you please stop asking so many goddamn questions and get her to the hospital?" I snapped angrily.
"I understand. We are just trying to get a picture of what happened so the hospital can prepare. We’ve got her, Sir. You can follow us to the hospital.”
“I'm not leaving her.” I pushed past her and jumped into the back of the ambulance.
"What’s your relationship with the patient?” She asked.
"She's my girlfriend." I snapped, not in the mood for the seventh degree.
"Ok, but make sure you stay out of the way." The blonde paramedic instructed and closed the doors.
"Mercy Hospital, this is ambulance 81. We have a female patient in her late 20s with self-inflicted wounds to both her wrists. The injuries occurred approximately twenty minutes ago. The patient is unconscious and unresponsive to stimuli. Vitals are BP 90/40. HR 102. O2 92%. Bilateral approximated wounds on the wrists, and it looks like the radial vein was cut. 18 gauge IV in peripheral veins in the antecubital fossa. 2 liters of lactated ringers are infusing now. ETA is 10 minutes from now. Requesting extra medical staff and blood and cross typing on arrival."
The paramedics radioed the hospital to inform them of the situation and requested extra medical staff in preparation for Ava's arrival.
