The ambulance arrives, and they force me away so they can treat Richie’s wounds and load him into the ambulance.
I was worried that more blood would flow if I moved my hand, but thankfully it didn't. I hold on to Richie’s hand tightly as the ambulance drives. At the hospital, they force me away from him again. I feel like this is all my fault, if I had seen the plank falling down, Richie wouldn’t have rushed to save me and he wouldn’t have risked his life for me.
While sitting in the waiting room, I consider if I should call one of Richie’s family members but I didn’t know how to tell them that Richie is in the hospital and is bleeding to death because he was trying to save me. I should be the one laying on the hospital bed, it should be my blood flowing out, I should be the one in pain
