Moving again. Out and through the tent. And then I’m slid into the back of an ambulance. Metal against metal. I want to protest.
I just got out, don’t put me back in.
I try to speak. “Where?” My voice garbled. Not clear. Not strong. My head so fuzzy from that stuff in my arm.
“I have one immediate going to University Med.” The man who pushed me here. And then the numbers again. Something over something. Sepsis. More things I don’t understand. “Go, go!”
Chaotic. Quick. They’re in a hurry to save me. I feel it in the shuffle.
Above me is the wail of the siren.
Below me is the push of movement.
I’m going away. Farther and farther.
I’m fading.