<strong>Samantha Cole -- Ambulance Bay 2 -- Everyone deserves a last chance</strong><br/><br/>Sam's eyes focused a little more on the newcomer, and more importantly on the ragdoll figure in her arms. A heavy sigh escaped her lips and she shook her head, weary, but after a moment she squared her shoulders and half-climbed, half-tumbled out of the ambulance. Maybe there was no winged woman standing next to her, and maybe there was. Maybe the woman with (a young boy? A small man?) in her arms was nothing but a figment of her imagination. Or maybe they weren't. It was entirely possible the whole 'wings' thing was just some weird embellishment brought on by her exhausted brain, and she was just looking at a desperate woman needing help for her injured child. And the glow might have been just...<br/><br/>Alright, the glow was still kinda freaky.<br/><br/>In the end it didn't really matter, because Sam couldn't, wouldn't risk turning someone away if she could help them. Not even in her dreams. As the woman drew closer Sam turned and began clearing away some of the scattered equipment from the ambulance floor, and laid out the makeshift backboard. She reached for her walkie, but after a couple of clicks realized the batteries were nearly drained. '<em>Ugh, great. Cheap piece of crap. God forbid the bean counters pony up a few extra bucks to get radios that actually work when you need them,</em>' Sam thought, disgusted. Still, there was nothing for it. She'd take a look at the victim and try to get him as stable as possible, then make a run for help when she was able.<br/><br/>The raven-haired beauty was forgotten momentarily as she turned back to the approaching woman, who was now more 'arrived' than 'approaching'. Sam snapped on a new pair of rubber gloves as she gestured for the woman to set the patient in the cleared space and spoke, trying her best to keep her voice as soothing and tremor-free as possible. The lady didn't seem to be in shock, but better not to take chances.<br/><br/>"Ma'am, are you injured? Can you tell me what happened? Is this your son? Does he have any aller--whoa!"<br/><br/>Her eyes almost fell out of her head when she got her first clear look at the victim. Cuts and burns riddled his flesh, whole sections practically charred to the bone, and his frame was pitifully shrunken from what was most likely malnutrition. One eye held a spectacularly gruesome starburst of exploded capillaries, and the other looked to have been gouged with a skil saw. Pieces of meat were literally falling from his bones, and several of the bones themselves seemed almost pulverized. Sam had never seen anyone so mangled before, certainly not with a heartbeat.<br/><br/>A faint but powerful odor of...sulfur?...permeated the bay, and Sam had to steel herself to keep from vomiting on the floor. As best she could tell, the patient seemed to be close in age to the woman who'd brought him in, and despite the damage he'd suffered she could see little resemblance in their facial features. So. Not blood relatives, then. Alright, so probably no medical history to work with, but that was still doable. Besides, at this point worrying about an allergic reaction was probably moot.<br/><br/>Sam clambered back up into the ambulance and began digging through the small cabinets looking for bandages, antiseptic, vials of morphine and fresh syringes, and began the tedious and delicate work of holding someone back from the brink of death. A pair of scissors snipped through the ragged clothes and exposed his chest, and Sam started swabbing and dabbing with gauze and alcohol pads, cleaning the wounds as best she could. A pathetic groan erupted from the man's lips, and she leaned down to speak reassuringly to him.<br/><br/>"Sir? Can you hear me? Sir, you're in a hospital, you're going to be ok, do you hear me? We're going to get you fixed up good as new, alright?" As she pulled back and began drawing up an initial dose of morphine to dull the man's obvious pain, she glanced over at the woman (women?) standing nearby. "Ma'am, please, if you're not injured could I ask you to run over there and press the little green button on the box by the door, and tell whoever answers that we need some help in here? I'm not sure I'll be able to stabilize him on my own."