3:02 AM
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‘Wee-woo- wee woo’, the siren of your ambulance blares. In
the backseat, you can notice the accident victim, struggling with every passing
moment, dropping in and out of consciousness. You wipe the sweat off your
forehead, as you desperately try to weave your way through the thick traffic, which
seems to be going on for miles, as if fading into the horizon. You keep honking
the horn, hoping against hope, that you will be able to find a breakthrough,
from the thick blanket of vehicles, that will allow you to rescue the now
unconscious patient, and get him to the hospital, in time. You look behind your
shoulder, to peek at the heart rate monitor – what you see is not a pretty
sight, as it indicates a rate, constantly on the drop – much like your hopes of
saving the patient. And then, just...
