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Chapter 121
“Oh, Christ…. Is she alive?” James" voice is frantic, all trace of his normal impassive calm erased. The sickly yellow light of the street lamps turning her already sallow skin a ghastly shade, it’s hard to judge her skin colour. Kneeling by her, I feel for her pulse. It’s strong and regular, but when I roll back her eyelids, peering in close I don’t like the way her pupils react. But I’m not enough of a doctor to judge properly. Cursing myself for not taking the advanced first aid courses, “Get the car.” I say to James, stripping off my jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders. I know I shouldn’t move her, but the ground is cold, so carefully, I lift her to cradle her in my arms. His voice is tight with stress. “It’s miles away. I’ll call an ambulance.” “Sure… anything that gets us
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