Alex
She’s all right, she’s all right, I mutter to myself as the ambulance raised toward hospital. Mrs. Davenport is sitting next to me with her hand on Melody’s leg, praying. An EMT is on the other side of the stretcher monitoring her vitals. She had just given Melody some hydromorphone for pain, and it put her to sleep. Before we boarded the back of the ambulance, Mrs. Davenport called Nancy Plum to let her know we are on our way to hospital and to meet us there. I heard Mrs. Plum’s cry of distress, even from where I was sitting.
The EMT removed my makeshift splint and put Melody’s injured arm in a medical-grade sling to immobilize it. She gave me my shirt back and complimented me for my quick thinking and the quality of my first aid improv. I didn’t tell her that I learned it from a s
