CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

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BATTLEFIELD

"Yesterday's a closing door, you don't live there anymore

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"Yesterday's a closing door, you don't live there anymore. Say goodbye to where you've been and tell your heart to beat again."
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Third Person Point of View

At least six nurses rush to the ambulance that holds Ainsley's barely conscious body once it arrives outside of the hospital. In the aftermath of the Argents' attack on the Sheriff's Station, Scott was able to find a way to get Ainsley into an ambulance and off to the hospital to hopefully save her life. Ainsley's already pale skin is turning gray, her eyes open but hazy and unfocused, an oxygen mask covering her nose and mouth. There's an EMT sitting in the back with her, hands applying pressure to the gunshot wound in her stomach as the other EMTs open the doors and extend the legs of the gurney. 

"What's her vitals?" one of the nurses as she helps the EMTs roll the gurney out of the ambulance and into the ER.

"Sixteen-year-old female," the EMT tells the ER nurses that rush to grab the gurney. "BP eighty-nine over fifty-one and dropping. Possible longitudinal transected artery."

As soon as the gurney pushes through the doors of the ER, Jenna and David run toward it. David, who had gone in for a night shift, heard the call come from the ER and called his wife immediately, who made sure Liam, who was sleeping at a friend's house, would be able to stay there while she went over to the hospital. Jenna's makeup is smeared under her eyes, tears streaming down her face. "Is she going to be okay?!" she cries as David follows after the rush and a few other nurses come to her side to stop her from following the gurney any longer.

"Ma'am, we're going to do all that we can," is the response Jenna gets as the gurney flashes by, carrying her daughter away.

"The bullet's still inside; she's lost a lot of blood," the EMT holding pressure on the wound tells the nurses.

Ainsley's eyes begin to roll back into her head, the machines she's hooked up to on the gurney showing that her vitals are dropping to dangerous levels. One of the nurses looks ahead at the hallway, one of the other ER doctors meeting them halfway. "She's crashing," she informs him and David, and the doctors nod to the other nurses.

"We need the OR," David orders as they begin to wheel her in that direction.

Scott and Stiles run into the ER a few minutes later, eyes scanning the room for a familiar face. They find Jenna sitting in one of the chairs, her hands glued to her knees as she rocks slowly back and forth, as if in a trance. Scott and Stiles exchange looks before slowly approaching her.

"Mrs. Geyer?" Stiles asks quietly, and she snaps out of her daze, eyes meeting the younger boy's, which are filled with tears.

"What happened?" Jenna questions in reply, her voice breaking as her lips tremble. "I don't – I don't understand..."

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