“Where’s the damn ambulance?” Carrie yelled.
Alex barely heard her. Peterson had a punctured lung. He was a Shifter, and Shifters could take a lot more punishment than normal humans, but still…
A punctured lung was almost certainly a death sentence. Alex heard the sound of the ambulances and other first responders long before he saw them.
“Let the wound try to breathe,” Carrie commanded, getting up. She was covered in blood. She ran to meet the first ambulance, Alex following close behind her.
The paramedics jumped out of the ambulance. People had scattered to allow them access.
“Who’s in charge here?” the first one asked.
“I’m a surgeon at New York Municipal,” Carrie immediately said, taking control of the situation. The man looked at her like he didn’t believe her, so she re
