This Woman Forever

Chapter 46

“Stand back, coming through!”

Who the fuck is that?

“We have a thirty-eight-year-old white male, knife wound to his upper stomach, knife still lodged, lost a lot of blood, BP forty-five over thirty.”

I frown.

“We need to get him on the table. Stat. Prep surgery.” I feel hands on me, my body becoming light momentarily. Then I’m gagging, choking, something blocking my throat. Then beeps. Yells. Panic.

And then?—

Nothing.