GODRIC FELT FOR A PULSE at the young woman’s neck. “She’s alive.” He lifted her eyelids and frowned. “But not for long if we don’t get her to the hospital.” He glanced at the bullet wound in her chest, dangerously close to her heart.”
Heathcliffe stepped forward. “There’s an ambulance parked behind the hotel.” His face was filled with excitement. “I’ve always wanted to drive an ambulance.”
Brita crouched down beside the girl and pulled something flat and rectangular out from under her body, frowning thoughtfully.
Godric shook his head and stood, scooping the Hispanic woman up off the floor. “Let’s go.” Heathcliffe reached for the door handle and Godric turned to Edric. “You’ll be okay without us?”
Alf stepped forward. “He still has lots of help. Get her to the hospital, bro.”
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