CHAPTER SEVEN
‘SHE’S NOT BREATHING!’
Panic fizzed in Franklin’s chest.
Not Sam!
A strange numbness came next. Not a good feeling. No use to Sam.
People were saying stuff, but it was like being underwater – he saw their lips move, heard burbling, but couldn’t understand. He flicked over the faces looming around him: Georgie’s, a male ambo, his female partner. All this probably only took seconds, but it seemed protracted.
It was Vlatka that he settled on; the calmest. Time did another warp and the gap between her hand reaching out and the actual touch to his shoulder stretched.
Then he was back. Every sense sharp. Automatically in tune with the female ambo, carefully transferring Sam to her back.
He watched the deft movements of her blue-gloved hands complete a respiratory assessment
