Meet Park Sparrow, a feisty and reckless outcast who's just a small-town girl, living in a lonely world. Except Park is the Princess of Cimeria, a potential heir to one of the last monarchies in the world. All her life, Park has known nothing but po...
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"Hey," I called out, "we're matching!"
Twenty minutes ago, Logan and I had been separated and placed into separate ambulances to be treated for our wounds. Now I emerged sporting quite the car-crash-chic look, with white gauze strips wrapped around my forehead, arms, shoulders, and legs. The paramedics had to cut off my black long-sleeve, so peeking out from under my blood-stained sweater was -- you guessed it -- more white gauze!
Logan rolled his eyes as he came to a stop at the corner of the open ambulance doors. The suit jacket was gone. His white dress shirt was completely unbuttoned to reveal thick layers of white cloth encasing his broad chest. His dark hair fluffed out from the white bandages on his head, the edges of the material coated with blood.
"How is she?" Logan asked Lisa, my leading paramedic. Lisa and I went way back -- at this point, there was a designated "Park Sparrow Emergency Response Team" at the Riverport Hospital, and she was the head of it.
