Time slowed down.  That was the only way to describe the shock that was coercing through Shane’s body.  She stared after her friend who had left her to face what ever had caused her to lose all of her hearing and had replaced it with a roaring sound in her head.  Although mere moments had passed, it took her even longer to feel a warm sticky liquid saturating her shirt, which finally drew her attention back. 

“What?”  Shane fell to her knees her mind catching up to her screaming body.  She slumped awkwardly against the building her mind trying to sort out a command she could recognize so that she could get help.  Instead she stared out at the two figures that had crossed over to her. 

“It is not him.”  A tall burly man stated, as if the girl bleeding to death in front of him was a common occurrence for him.  His companion snorted and lifted his gun and flicked it toward Shane, as if asking if he should finish her off.  “Leave her, she will die.  There is no need to draw more attention to us.” 

Then they were gone leaving her cold and shivering in the front of the alley trying to command her self to stand and go around the corner for help. Still she remained slumped and unmoving except for her relentless shaking against the cold brick of a club with pink flamingoes dancing over it.  Regaining a bit of her senses she tried to call out for help, only succeeding in spitting out a mouthful of blood, she hadn’t been aware she was holding.  Her voice came out muffled and incoherent and for the first time she considered that she may had been shot in the head, since she had yet to localize the pain to a particular region of her body and the blood seemed to cover her everywhere. 

Her last thought was God has perfect timing.   

“Female; late teens with altered LOC, GSW to left chest, and 2 units in on route.  She’s about to crash and burn.”  

“On my count.  1…2…lift.” 

“I need a CBC, Chem 7…”

“She has a tension Pneumo…Intubation tray…”

“Get surgery stat…”

“Find her family…”