King Sorrow

Chapter 4

They were three minutes reviving her. Her heart stopped again in the emergency room. It took five minutes that time, but after

that they had her on oxygen and plasma, and it was safe to pack her on the helicopter and fly her to Portland.

“Wow, are you fucked up,” said the EMT who placed her gurney on the helicopter. They had worked side by side at the prison disaster, but

in the moment she couldn’t remember his name. “It’s easier to count the bones you didn’t break, Underfoot.”

“’Tis but a scratch,” Gwen said.