"Get the paddles ready!" The lioness directed the other paramedics as she reached for an electric shaver from one of the metal cabinets.
Wasting no time, the lioness bent over Nick's lifeless body, positioning the shaver on his chest. With a press of the button, the shaver came to life and ate away the fox's fur. On the opposite side of the bed, a wolf reached for the two defibrillator paddles, coating them with a cold, transparent gel before another paramedic turned the knobs and dials on the machine. A few seconds later, the lioness had removed two paw-sized spots from his chest tuft, one close to his right shoulder and another on his bottom rib. Retracting away from the fox, the wolf took over, sticking the paddles on the exposed spots.
"Clear!" he shouted, making sure all paws were off the fox.
All of a sudden, Nick's chest jumped as electricity ran though his heart. The smell of burnt fur filled the cabin of the ambulance. Placing two fingers on his neck, the lioness shook her head, signalling the wolf to go for another.
"Clear!"
The same happened again, this time Nick's convulsion was more violent. Immediately after, the lioness reached for his neck again.
"I got a pulse." She confirmed, a sigh of relief coming out from everyone in the car.
"I'm gonna intubate." The wolf responded, grabbing a laryngoscope from one of the trays. "Keep his jaw open."
As he began inserting the tool down the fox's throat, the other paramedics tended to his wounds. The lioness watched as her colleagues tried to stop the blood pouring out from the grievous wounds on his torso, pressing pads of gauzes against them. She did her job, jotting down locations and severity of the wounds.
"Gunshot wound on right torso area and a severe opening on his centre abdomen. Likely another GSW." reported one of the paramedics, scrambling to tend to the dark gaping hole on the fox's gut. "Both exit wounds. Three entry wounds located on his back."
"He's still not breathing," the wolf reported before swiftly attaching an air pump over the tube sticking out of Nick's mouth. "The pump should hold for a while."
The lioness noted, before she directed her attention towards the paramedics who had removed a patch of clothing from their patient's pants. The dissection revealed a shredded leg underneath, his left thigh was a mangled mess of flesh and fur, stained dark red. The sight was atrocious. The back of his thigh was reduced to a massive cavity with strains of tissue and muscle sticking out.
"Laceration… on his left thigh" reported another paramedic, cringing at the horrific mess he had just uncovered. "We need gauzes and bandages down here."
"Is he awake?" the lioness asked worryingly.
"No." the wolf replied, both his paws firmly squeezing the pump rhythmically. "Pulse is weakening."
Right as the paramedics finished dressing his wounds, the ambulance braked. Tossing the backdoors open, they immediately rushed Nick out of the vehicle, wheeling his bed as fast as they can towards the entrance of the emergency centre. As they approached, nurses swarmed and took over. The wolf handed the plastic pump over to one of the nurses.
"Same scene as the rabbit," commented the lioness as she passed her file to another.
"Dr Capra should be waiting in the OR as requested." the nurse replied keeping her eyes glued onto their dying patient. "He seems… worse than her."
"May god bless his recovery." the lioness gave her final comment, hoping her best for the fox.