Night soon fell. The scene shifted from Michael and his dilemmas to an ambulance cruising down an isolated street, lit only by dim, haunting streetlights. Not a soul in sight, just a stretch of silence, cars parked along the pavement, and lined up in stillness.
Inside the ambulance, the atmosphere was tense. The flickering overhead light bathed the interior with a bright glow. The female paramedic from the bombed campaign ground actively moved around the old woman whom Michael had assisted earlier. Now, she was sprawled on a stretcher, an oxygen mask covering her face, the heart monitor wires connected to her chest. The monitor itself beeped slowly and rhythmically through the quiet like a countdown to death.
Soon, the beeping became rapid as the old woman’s chest rose and fell dramati
