Tragedy
FAYE WAS quickly escorted into the ambulance with care and seated in the bay onto a cot topped with a cushion. The two men were very polite and saw her to the best comfort the wagon had to offer. “Afraid it’s not going to be the best ride ma’am, but I’ll do the best we can,” said the driver as he slapped the dash and jammed the column into drive. The ambulance lurched forward with a jolt and sent Faye into another fierce contraction. She howled and gripped with all her strength as the driver yelled into the portable ban radio, “Hospital operator this is Nightingale Two. Be advised we have Ms. Faye Smith and are now en route to maternity ward. E-T-A less than ten minutes.”
It was not long until Faye leaned back in the bed up against the multiple pillows and held her womb. “What a
