A Safe Setting
I opened the patrol car door and gently motioned for her to sit. “Let’s get you warm,” I said. She hesitated for a moment before finally settling into the passenger seat, her hands trembling as she tried to steady herself. “Thank you,” she whispered, exhaustion heavy in her voice. The soft hum of the engine filled the air, offering a brief sense of comfort amid the chaos, and I kept a close watch on her, ready to provide whatever reassurance she might need.
A Safe Setting
Assistance Arrives
Before long, an ambulance arrived, and the paramedics moved swiftly, their practiced hands checking her vitals. “She’s stable, but she needs to go to the hospital,” one of them said, nodding at me. I shared what little information I had, the gravity of the situation settling heavily on my shoulders. Susan, as she introduced herself, looked visibly relieved by their presence, and I reassured her, “You’re in good hands now, Susan,” prompting a small but brave smile to cross her face.
Assistance Arrives
