The doctor was working frantically, digging through his bag of tricks for a bag of saline. “We have to get fluids in her before she goes into shock,” the doctor was mumbling, more to himself than to any one else. “You,” he leveled a finger at Jasmin, “Massage her uterus.”
Jasmin’s mouth dropped open. “Say what?”
“Massage her stomach, it will encourage the uterus to begin to contract, and close off the vessels which are bleeding out. Push in deep, like you are trying to do a deep tissue massage.” Jasmin did what the doctor ordered, pushing her fingertips into the now flaccid flesh of Eudora’s tummy. Tears were pouring down her cheeks as she kept watching Eudora’s face grow whiter and whiter. Even her lips were looking grey. The way that Eudora was smiling was chilling.
There was
