“Oh, Christ…. Is she alive?” James" voice is frantic, all trace of his normal impassive calm erased.
The sickly yellow light of the street lamps turning her already sallow skin a ghastly shade, it’s hard to judge her skin colour. Kneeling by her, I feel for her pulse. It’s strong and regular, but when I roll back her eyelids, peering in close I don’t like the way her pupils react. But I’m not enough of a doctor to judge properly.
Cursing myself for not taking the advanced first aid courses, “Get the car.” I say to James, stripping off my jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders. I know I shouldn’t move her, but the ground is cold, so carefully, I lift her to cradle her in my arms.
His voice is tight with stress. “It’s miles away. I’ll call an ambulance.”
“Sure… anything that gets us
