Chapter 123 Sweet Life

• The ambulance sped through the streets, its sirens wailing, as Angel lay unconscious on the stretcher, her pale face barely visible under the oxygen mask. The paramedics worked with swift precision, their hands flying as they checked her vitals and stabilized her condition. The air in the vehicle was heavy with urgency, the faint smell of antiseptic mingling with the metallic tang of blood.
• “She’s losing a lot of blood,” one paramedic muttered, his voice tense as he adjusted the IV. “Her pulse is weak.”
• “ETA?” the driver called over his shoulder, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.