Shelton pov
My brief moment of heroic triumph from nailing the bear in the eye was shattered by the sight of Katrina collapsing. Her side was soaked in blood, so much blood. In all of our adventures, all of our near-scrapes with death, none of us ever seemed to get this severely hurt. My racing thoughts are abruptly interrupted by Tory, telling me to pull out my phone and call 911 now.
I fumble with my pockets and somehow stumble on the three button presses to call. The wait while listening to the ringtone seems to last forever. Finally, a click and a voice.
"9-1-1. What's your emergency?"
"It's my friend, she's bleeding so much." The words pour out with barely a thought.
"Where are you right now?" The dispatcher inquires.
"Bear Island Wildlife Management Area, we're on the Crooked Creek trail right now."
"Alright, I'll work to get an ambulance crew sent out there ASAP. Can you tell me more about what happened?"
"There was a bear! It was a black bear, I thought they were supposed to be small, but this one was so tall! It charged right at us, it was going to kill us...but my friend stepped in and tried to fight it off. It clawed at her and hit her side, she's hurt really bad. There's blood everywhere!"
"Have you or anyone else been hurt at all?"
"No, the rest of us are all okay...she saved us."
A pang of guilt. The bear only charged after I had made that panicked little noise. I was so scared, I couldn't keep quiet...I was a coward.
"Are your companions performing any first aid on her?"
Oh shit.
A quick glance over shows Tory ripping into the remains of Katrina's shirt with Ben's knife, Hi's beloved tacky shirt already folded and pressed against the horrendous wound. I turn away quickly, chiding myself at my squeamishness with blood and also my shyness of seeing a shirt removed in such dire times. I take a deep breath to steady myself, then respond.
"Yes, they are applying pressure with a shirt right now and working to mobilize her so we can try and get back to the parking lot for the ambulance I think."
"How far out are you on the trail?"
"At least a mile I think, maybe more. We were on our way back."
"Make sure to continue to apply pressure to the wound and elevate it above the heart if at all possible." The dispatcher urges.
By this point Ben has Katrina draped over his shoulders and has begun to speed-walk away as swiftly as possible. I quickly scramble to follow, hoping beyond hopes that Katrina will make it.
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