“... to be okay.” She finished. Her kind face had strength to it. The other one, a man by the feel of the hands covering my shoulders with a blanket, grunts under his breath. He leans over her, and I hear a small click.
“She's in shock,” he notes – more light flickers in my vision, “Severs. Cuts from several blows to the head. Possible concussion.”
The woman quickly presses on my ribs with gentle probing fingers. She frowns, muttering back to the gruff man, “She's got bruising to the ribs, breathing too fast. Something could be broken ” She gives the man a weighted look. His light goes out with a click and he yells something as another person rushes over with a gurney.
“She’s awake but not very responsive,” said one voice somewhere near my head. The tone, a little disappointed.
“Can you blame her?” muttered the woman, “she’s been through...”
“Alright that’s enough,” interrupted the gruff man, “we’ve got a job to do.” I hear shuffles and something hitting the concrete next to me.
“... Two... Three!” and I’m weightless, floating. I'm on my back now, and voices waver in and out of my range.
I hear a soft voice, the woman’s, murmuring, “I hate to see this kind of thing happen to good kids like her…”
“Yeah… and twisted kids like him make me sick,” the gruff man replied quietly.
“Makes me wonder what kind of shit he's lived through.”
Are they talking about…? Wait, where is he? I quickly open my eyes and raise my head to look. They press me back down to the gurney and put a brace around my neck. I see you rushing toward me. Everything fades away but your face. You run towards the ambulance as they lift me into it. My heart turns into a hummingbird’s.
I look far out, to the Police cars. I search for him, but he’s already in the back seat. I think he’s looking in my direction, though I can't make out his face. It's a silhouette against the strobbing red and blue lights.
When You make it into the ambulance, You sit on the beach and grab my hand. “It's finally over, Audrey, we've won. He won't hurt you ever again, I promise.”
I feel your hand squeeze mine, to make me feel safe, secure. But as the doors close and the ambulance pulls off I don’t think I’ll ever feel that way again.