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The ComaWE'RE TOO LATE. Ahead, flashing police and ambulance lights cause my heart to sink. All I think is she's dead! An image of Allison's bewildered face the day we met in her office flashes in my mind. She'll never know. I'll never get the chance to tell her the truth. On closer approach to Boulder Bridge, Jason slows the car, and EMT appears with Allison on the gurney. The cervical collar supporting her head and neck gives me hope. She's still alive. The gray Audi, crumpled on the passenger side, lie upside down in the creek.
“Jason, pull over!” I jump from the slowing car and run toward the ambulance.
“Is she okay?”
“She's alive but unconscious.”
“What hospital are you taking her to? I'm a friend.”
“Georgetown University Hospital,” he said, closing the ambulance door.
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