Jesus, the guy looked even worse than Maggie was prepared for. She couldn’t stop his fall, but she could kick the door shut and hurriedly kneel down to check his pulse. His complexion was gray, and his skin damp and clammy. Under her fingers, his pulse was weak and fast.
Kurt Halstead was in deep shock and heading toward death.
She opened her backpack and immediately got an IV going and hung the bag of saline from the doorknob. It was a damn good thing she had a couple of units of O neg in the cooler because Kurt was going to need it. She took his blood pressure. 75 over 40. She was surprised that he’d even been able to walk across the room and answer the door. Next, she needed to stop the bleeding.
She cut off the makeshift bandage, examined the wound, then packed it with HemeCon to cl
