SEVENTY-SEVEN
Ambulance – Shots – Road – Police – Blood – Nathan – Numb
I pushed hard and sat up, sliding my numb legs to the end of the tiny stretcher, until they dangled out of the ambulance door.
"What are you doing? You need to rest!" The paramedic raised his voice, laying his hands on my shoulders, trying to make me lie down again.
I shook him off, shuddering at the touch of a stranger. Without him, I'd be surrounded by strangers again. Can't... Won't let them hurt me again.
I shoved the blankets away from me and dropped from the end of the stretcher to the road. I wore nothing but the huge, bloodstained shirt, but I didn't feel the cold now. My rage heated my blood to boiling in my chest. I couldn't feel my feet or my legs – it felt like they'd fallen asleep. I wobbled a little,
