"Someone! Quick! Call the gendarmes! Sîl vous plais! Attendez! Call an ambulance!" A servant called Louis Gerhart shouted. He saw the Lord of the estate, Comte Guirre, be hit by the bullet and fall. So had Michel, but he was busy trying to keep a hold on the young woman's life. Louis was nearly hysterical.
Michel looked at him. "You imbecile! Don't just stand there, go phone the hospital and the gendarmes," he growls. "Now!"
Louis runs inside. Blithering idiot, Michel thinks to himself. He is very worried. She has lost a large amount of blood, and she may not make it until the ambulance arrives.
"Tell them to meet me in town—by the clinic. That way they won't get lost and will save precious time. Now do it!" Michel snaps.
"Come on, mademoiselle, don't give up," he pleads with her unconscious form. "Who will carry on the bloodline? What will happen to the estate? Please do not die!"
One reason he is so worried is that there is no heir to the title, male or female, and no will. Although there were explicit instructions about the inheritance in her grandfather's will, it is unknown if it would hold over if she died. There were rumors that a caretaker would be named until a highly secret event happened, but it is not known whether it is true. As Michel drove, it is quite possible he broke quite a lot of rules, one of which was the speed limit…
"Out of our way!" Shouted the paramedics.
"She's lost a lot of blood. She needs a transfusion right now!"
Inside the ambulance it was a scene of absolute chaos. And through it all, our hero felt nothing, absolutely nothing. Her vital signs are extremely low, and her life is hanging by a single thread.