Chapter 5
The sound of the ambulance's sirens screamed through Cabot Cove braking the silence that once was. It resonated throughout the entire town, not leaving a single sleeping house hold in its wake. Suddenly one by one house lights flooded the once darkened streets, not a single patch of shadow could be seen.
"They will soon be here now my friend" Mort whispered to Seth, with no reply.
As the ambulance reached its destination, it practically boarded the curb, until it came to a sudden screeching halt. Its heavy back doors slammed tight against the side of the vehicle, as the paramedics rushed onto the scene.
What happened next just seemed to be a blur to Jessica, it was as if she was completely numb from the inside out. The world had suddenly become a collective mass, and she could no longer define the lines between real life and her imagination, like it had a twisted sense of humour.
By this time the paramedics had began work on Seth's lifeless body, it convulsed with every shock from the paddles of the defibrillator, which seemed to pulsate through Jessica as if it was her own heart being jump started.
Suddenly a paramedic cried out; "We've got a pulse"
With that her colleague applied an oxygen mask to Seth's cold pale face, and brought over the guerney in a bid to get him into the ambulance.
"Sir, can you give us a hand please?" she said, directing her stare towards Mort.
After loading Seth into the ambulance, Mort turned his attention back towards Jessica, who was still knelt on the cold concrete paving slabs. Her hands stained with blood from the crimson pool that was beside her. Taking one look at the tears still streaming down her face, he could see nothing but pain in the redness of her eyes. Grabbing her hands he pulled her to her feet.
"Jessica, we need to go …." he said.
She nodded her head to acknowledge the urgency of what he had said, with which she followed him into the back of the ambulance. The sirens began to start up once more, echoing down the street, and this time it had a full audience in the neighbourhood.
As the ambulance finally pulled up into its hospital bay its doors flung open, slamming once more into its sides as the hospital staff flooded towards the vehicle.
"What have we got?" said one of the doctors.
"White male, mid to late 60's suffering a gunshot wound to the abdomen. He's lost a lot of blood, his pulse is weak and threading, and he has high blood pressure" replied the paramedic in the back of the vehicle.
"Right, lets work quickly here. He cant afford to lose any more blood." called out the doctor to his medical team.
Hearing the words from their superior, the whole team moved swiftly into action. Soon the gurney had disappeared from the car park and had been whisked towards the operating theatre. As Jessica and Mort clambered out onto the car park, an eerie silence settled upon them.
"Now all we have to do is wait" Mort whispered.