CHAPTER 19
KENNEDY WISHED THE doctors and nurses believed her when she told them she was all right. She wasn’t even bleeding anymore. Why couldn’t they just clean her up, tape on a massive Band-Aid, knock her up with painkillers, and let her go to sleep?
A team of a dozen or more nurses met her as soon as the paramedics wheeled her into the back doors of the ER. One shoved a stethoscope to her chest. Another clipped a plastic clamp to her pointer finger. People were shouting, running. She felt like she was on an old episode of one of those medical dramas her mom watched.
She tried to look back to see if Carl was there, but a nurse reached down and pinned her on the stretcher.
They sped her to a little room separated from the main hall by a hanging curtain. A doctor in full gear snapped
