27. We’re Here to Help
Ben
I was numb by the time we entered the Splinters’ black ambulance. Too much had happened too fast. It was easier to focus on Mina, holding her good hand as the ambulance took us to god only knew where. She looked like she’d been hit by a truck, and she was having trouble focusing, even more so after a heavy dose of painkillers. Sometimes she would barely even squeeze my hand back.
“Is she going to be all right?” I’d asked this question a few times and had always gotten the same answers. Still, the two Splinters who shared the back of the ambulance with us were patient and professional, tending to Mina’s wounds.
“She won’t be pretty for a while, but she appears stable for now,” the Splinter doctor, Harriet, said in what I took to be a Dutch accent, as she teste
