Blaze
“With him, I wouldn't be good driving. I wanna be back here, making sure he's comfortable until we hand his care over."
Logan nods, and we race like hell for the helipad where the air evac will meet us to take him to the nearest trauma center an hour away. I administer anything and everything I can to make him more comfortable, watching his low blood pressure and heart rate with a critical eye.
Suddenly his already low pressure begins dropping. “Trevor!" My hands shake, and for the first time, I don't know what to do. My normally instinctual training is gone and I'm scared to death. “Don't do this to me," I look around in the back of the ambulance, everything looking foreign to me.
His blood pressure drops further, beeps going off everywhere and I'm lost. Tears are streaming dow
