“We need a doctor!”<br/><br/>Their voices were loud, alarmed, one pushing the gurney while the other held up the IV bag, trailing alongside and keeping track of her vitals. Nurses jumped to attention, rushing at the pair in question and the gurney, a call going out over the intercom for a doctor. What coverings they’d put on her, they had to take off to get a clear shot at the wounds themselves, eyes widening when they were seen, in shock.<br/><br/>“What happened?!” one of the nurses asked.<br/><br/>“Animal attack,” an EMT responded.<br/><br/>“We think,” the other amended, the first’s brows pulling together as he listened for directions from the first nurse.<br/><br/>“What do you mean, think?!” she questioned. “I need to know what we’re dealing wi-“<br/><br/>“She appeared in the back of the ambulance! What we<span style="font-style: italic">know</span>is she’s got internal bleeding, torn arteries, has lost a lot of blood and is fading fast with a heartbeat that’s weak at best!!”<br/><br/>Nodding, voices melding together as they continued to work on her while wheeling her down the vast hallway, lights speeding by over their heads as the doctor was paged again, moving her into the ER to get everything stitched and the bleeding stopped. But, before the Doctor got to work, he stopped to talk to a nurse. “Patient: Chayse, Eilidh. Born December 31st, 1990. Go to the desk and get them to call for her next of kin. We’re going to need to do a lot of transfusions to make up for what she lost. Then, get back here immediately.”<br/><br/>Without another word, she booked it, rushing for the desk and parroting back the message.