"Help! We have accident victims! Bring a stretcher, quick!"
The shout echoed through the emergency room entrance. Two nurses rushed toward the ambulance that had just come to a halt.
Vania was carried out carefully. Her face was pale, dried blood streaking down her temple, and her left arm wrapped tightly around Tania, who was still clutching her teddy bear.
"The mother has a minor head trauma, possible concussion. Check her pupils and prep a CT scan," said the paramedic.
"The child doesn't seem to have major injuries, but better to examine her anyway," he added, glancing at the tear-streaked face of Tania.
"My husband..." Vania whispered weakly. "My husband... he..."
Moments earlier…
Rescue workers had cut Devandra’s seatbelt and pulled him out with swift but gentle urgency. Blood
