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As Reggie and Saul hoisted the stretcher into the hull of the ambulance, the stainless steel chassis accordioned up under the gurney, and the big castor wheels became precise guides inside a stainless steel track on the diamond plated floor of the ambulance.
They locked the wheels of the stretcher in place, and Saul and Reggie started to close the door.
“Wait a sec,” Chief Rick Hollo said.
Hollo pawed on the handrail on the inside of the ambulance door and ambled into the shiny belly of the vehicle. Fluorescent lights encased in square boxes on the low ceiling resonated a gaunt brightness on the white paneling of the ceiling and walls. The pallor of Deborah’s face against the florescent waggle - her chapped blue lips. Deep culled crescents under her eyes. Her eyes half mast and a crystal grey, Chief Rick Hollo breathed deep.
Rick Hollo peered deep into her greys and squeezed her hand, and told her we’ll get you out of this. “Together,” he said.
She tried to mouth words in response, in vain protest, in something, but Chief Rick Hollo, sleek as an otter, slid out the narrow space between the gurney and the side of the interior, and glided down to the diamond plated stoop of the back.
“Gus,” he said, bailing out of the ambulance, “I’ll give you guys an escort over to Sorbonne General.”
William Comparetto
© 2007