CLOVIS TOOK THE TURN into the Emergency Room lot on two wheels. He slammed to a halt before the doors and jumped out, running around to pull Emma from the seat. She moaned as he scooped her up and her head flopped onto his shoulder.
She was alarmingly pale and she’d begun to shiver uncontrollably. The thigh of her jeans was drenched in blood.
Behind him, the doors slid open and a woman in scrubs ran out, pulling a gurney along behind. “Sir, what happened?”
Laying Emma carefully onto the gurney, Clovis thought fast, knowing a gun wound would slow them down considerably. “She was impaled in a fall. I got the wood out but she’s bleeding badly.”
The woman nodded and fell in alongside the gurney as Clovis propelled it forward. They were met at the door by a man and another woman in scrubs.
