RYKER
The ambulance pulled up in a screech of brakes and tires and paramedics swarmed out immediately, their movements practiced and efficient as they went to work on extracting Amaris from the wreckage.
I stepped back reluctantly to give them room to work but kept my eyes locked on her unconscious form, watching for any sign of movement or consciousness.
They worked quickly, stabilizing her neck with a brace and carefully maneuvering her onto a backboard before lifting her onto the stretcher. Her arm hung at that wrong angle and I had to look away.
Nia arrived with the vehicle and jumped out carrying overalls for the three of us. She threw them at us without ceremony or comment and we pulled them on quickly, the rough fabric scratching against our skin that was still sensitive from shifting.
Her hands were visibly shaking as she watched the paramedics carefully load Amaris into the back of the ambulance, her face pale with shock and fear.
