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Chapter 9

           "Ihopeyou’llbecomfy."Ifelttheenginestart,felthimclimbupintothefrontseat,feltthebrakecomeoffandtheclutchgoin,thenwestarted.Ilaystillandletthepainride.

           Astheambulanceclimbedalongtheroad,itwasslowinthetraffic,sometimesitstopped,sometimesitbackedonaturn,thenfinallyitclimbedquitefast.Ifeltsomethingdripping.Atfirstitdroppedslowlyandregularly,thenitpatteredintoastream.Ishoutedtothedriver.Hestoppedthecarandlookedinthroughtheholebehindhisseat.

           "Whatisit?"

           "Themanonthestretcherovermehasahemorrhage."

           "We’renotfarfromthetop.Iwouldn’tbeabletogetthestretcheroutalone."Hestartedthecar.Thestreamkepton.InthedarkIcouldnotseewhereitcamefromthecanvasoverhead.Itriedtomovesidewayssothatitdidnotfallonme.Whereithadrundownundermyshirtitwaswarmandsticky.Iwascoldandmyleghurtsothatitmademesick.AfterawhilethestreamfromthestretcherabovelessenedandstartedtodripagainandIheardandfeltthecanvasabovemoveasthemanonthestretchersettledmorecomfortably.

           "Howishe?"theEnglishmancalledback."We’realmostup."

           "He’sdeadIthink,"Isaid.

           Thedropsfellveryslowly,astheyfallfromanicicleafterthesunhasgone.Itwascoldinthecarinthenightastheroadclimbed.Atthepostonthetoptheytookthestretcheroutandputanotherinandwewenton.

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