The man leans down. ‘Sorry. Hard to hear over the siren. We’ll be at the hospital soon.’ He places a hand on mine. It is dry and warm and reassuring. I’m suddenly panicked in case he decides to let go. ‘Just hang on in there.
What’s our ETA, Donna?’ I can’t say the words. My tongue fills my mouth. My thoughts are muddled.
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