Kenneth'spov
Whenthehelicopterwasbroughtin,myfamilydoctorbandagedChris'swound,andIfeltpitywhenIsawthewoundinherabdomen.
Sheisobviouslythemostafraidofpain,butshealwaysgetshurt.
ThedoctortreatedChris'swound."President,thewoundstopsbleeding.NowitisnecessarytogiveMissChrisabloodtransfusionassoonaspossible."
"Itisurgenttogettothehospitalassoonaspossible!"
I'mgladit'sahelicopter,soIdon'thavetoencounteratrafficjam.Itonlytakesabouttenminutestoflytothehospital.
Chris'sfaceispale.
Shelaytherequietly,likeanangelleftonearth.Iwasafraidthatshewouldnotwakeup.
Irushedtothehospitalwhich,madeallthepreparationsbeforeIcame.WhenChrisarrived,shecouldhaveabloodtransfusiondirectly.
Seeingthebrightredblood"liquid"injectedintoherbody,myheartstabilizedalittlebit.
IGentlywipethebloodonherfacewithahottowel,andmyactionissogentlethatIamafraidofwakingherup.Silentlystandinginfrontofherhospitalbed,myheartcan'tletgoallthetime.
Chrisfinallygotoutofdanger.Shesleptuntilnight."Hiss...ithurts."