Chapter 17: DEATH CALL 4
MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: FALLING BY GERT TABERNER.
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In the dim light of the emergency room, a woman lay broken and battered beyond recognition, her body contorted in ways that made even the doctor hesitate. Harlow’s face was swollen, her features obscured by dark bruises and cuts. Whoever had done this hadn’t simply intended to hurt her, they had meant to kill her.
If she ever survive this, she may be paralyzed for life.
"This woman is as good as gone," the doctor muttered, barely able to mask his horror. "She won’t survive. We’ll have to inform her family about this."
"But can’t we try?" one of the nurses pleaded. She recognized Harlow, she’d been one of the nurses caring for her during her last hospital visit after her previous accident. She couldn’t shake the pity she felt for this woman, who seemed to be caught in an endless spiral of suffering.
The doctor flipped through her file, his eyes widening as he saw her name. Harlow Blackwood, back again, and in even worse shape. The last time, she’d barely clung to life. This time, the severity of her injuries seemed insurmountable. The doctor shook his head, yet felt a small sense of obligation to try. "I’ll do what I can," he murmured, setting up his tools.
The door burst open suddenly, and a figure strode in. "Who are you? You shouldn’t be here!" the doctor snapped, startled.