Chapter 9He was cold. Too cold. The shivers were turning into quakes. “I’m so cold,” he managed to say under the oxygen mask.
The paramedic, whose name was Christine, squeezed his hand on the stretcher. They were in the ambulance, sirens blaring so loud he could feel them inside his chest. His every nerve seemed to be acutely feeling, and yet, his mind was numb, whatever medication they were pumping into him having its intended effect.
“It’s the shock,” Christine said, her kind brown eyes making him want to cry. “But you’ll be fine. Okay? Don’t worry.”
“My dad?” His throat clenched up. “My mother?”
“I don’t know…They’re probably waiting for you at the hospital.” Christine looked up at the driver and back at him. “You were really brave. Everybody in the country was rooting for you. We’r
