I settled back against the gurney as the fireman stepped back to make room for the EMTs. "Previous arterial injury?" the female technician asked me.
I nodded. Pushed the black clouds of pain from my mind as much as possible. "Arterial separation from sharp implement."
Her brown eyes widened. "Where?"
I pointed to my right hip. "Femoral artery."
She yanked me flat, slapped an oxygen mask on my face. "I've got to cut your dress. Less chance it depositing anything into an open wound. You don't have any blood, but I need to do an examination."
I nodded as she jumped up on the gurney with me. Her partner started running with us as she relayed medical terms I was completely unfamiliar with. "Good Shepherd is expecting us. Dr. Sweeten has been alerted. She's waiting for you," the female tech
