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I should have known. That bastard. Her heart twisted in pain as she examined the mangled, battered body. Michaela bent to pet Angel, who was standing at her side, was unruffled by the sirens, blue lights, and the smell of blood. He looked expectantly at Michaela for orders, but his mistress was quiet.
“Are you ready to go, Mic?” Slade asked as he stood by her side.
Mic shook her head. "In a minute. I want to talk to the paramedic."
Slade walked over to the stretcher, tapped the young paramedic on the shoulder, and signaled for him to come over. The young man had blood all over his hands. He’d just placed a breathing tube in Danielle's throat.
He looked at Michaela and said, "Ma'am, can I help you?"
Mic flashed her police identification shield, the one issued to retirees and asked. “How bad is she? How badly is Danielle hurt? Do you think she'll make it?" The questions tumbled out of her mouth before the man had a chance to respond.
He shook his head as he stared at the still form on the frozen ground. "I don't know. She's been badly beaten, and it looks like blunt force trauma to her head. She's unconscious, most likely in a coma. She has a broken arm and leg.”
Michaela stood still and waited for more.
The paramedic scratched his head and continued, “I don't know about her internal injuries, but I suspect she’s got some bleeding going on somewhere. Her blood pressure is dropping, and her heart rate is picking up.” He shook his head and said sadly, “I’d say its touch and go.”
Michaela was silent and the paramedic continued, “We’ve stabilized her and we’ve got to move her over to MCV.”
"So what do you think?" Michaela persisted.
The young man shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. It’s like I said... touch and go. It could be either way. They do perform miracles at MCV as you know, and they have the best head team in the country.”
Michaela nodded and the young man returned to Danielle's stretcher and continued to stabilize her.
Mic gritted her teeth, turning to Slade. "Let's go. I can't stand it here any longer. We have to stay on this, Slade, because finding who attacked Danielle is the key to finding Allison.”
Slade nodded, grabbed her arm and the two of them watched Angel as he sniffed Danielle’s still body and gave Mic a mournful look. Mic was visibly upset as the three of them made their way through the snow and ice toward Slade's cruiser.