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"Jeff? What's going on? How--" Stella stammered, interlocking her hands with his, taking in every detail of his face, his skin. He crashed his lips onto hers, pulling her into his chest with the passionate urgency of lost love. Kissing him sent electric chills through her body, pulsing through her nerve endings with every movement.
Stella's eyes shot open as she gasped for air, her chest heaving. Her eyes flitted across the room with a terrified quickness. The paramedic handed the defibrillator to another doctor. Everyone was shouting frantic orders, rushing around the cramped ambulance.
"We've got her back! I've got cardiac contractions," a paramedic exclaimed, lowering the oxygen mask over her face.
"I need you to take deep breaths for me, honey," the paramedic said to her gently. Her eyes fluttered closed and breathing grew shallow again.
"Shit! She's going down again, charge the paddles to three hundred," the paramedic shouted.
"Do not let this kid flatline, Richard," one of the other paramedics ordered harshly.
The ambulance sped to the ER drop off. The paramedics jumped into action, running the stretcher into the hospital.
"What've we got?" The ER doctor asked quickly, putting her hands on the stretcher, running with the paramedics.
"Female. Looks to be about eighteen. Head on collision. Passenger seat. Flatlined in the ambulance. She was down for a minute but we got her heart beating again. Possible head trauma," the paramedic informed her quickly.
"We've got another one on the way," the other paramedic added. The doctor nodded quickly, rushing Stella up to the operating room.
"Do we have a name on them?" One of the nurses asked the paramedics.
"No," the paramedic sighed.
"Did you guys find a phone in the car to call their parents?" The nurse asked.
"Phones got ejected in the crash. There was no time to recover it," he sighed, shaking his head sadly.
"Incoming! Male. Looks to be about eighteen. He was down when we got to the site. He's responsive. We need neuro and ortho on this case," the paramedic ordered, rushing Noah in on a stretcher.
"Holy-- I know this kid. He plays baseball with my son," a nurse said, running up to the stretcher.
"Noah Marlowe," she added, scribbling his name down on the forms.
