I bit my tongue, wanting to scream Scarlett’s name despite likely not receiving a response. Blood stained her clothes, and I couldn’t tell from where I stood whether she was even breathing.
Stella was there too, her face twisted in anguish as she sobbed uncontrollably. Timothy shouted for someone to call the authorities, his voice filled with panic.
He then kneeled down beside Scarlett, assessing her injuries. I saw Scarlett’s delicate hand fly up and squeeze his arm as he consoled her.
Once the paramedics arrive, they loaded Scarlett into the ambulance. They helped Stella, who was still hyperventilating, into the truck and they shut the doors. The sirens blared on, offering me some hope, as that meant Scarlett was still a life to save.
As the ambulance sped away with Scarlett and Stel
