The Twilight Twenty-Five, Round 2
Pen name: SubtlePen
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series, or any of the characters created by Stephenie Meyer. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Such a waste.
I was trained to save, to treat, to heal.
For her, it did no good.
Contusions, lacerations, internal bleeding. Closed head wound. Defensive injuries. She fought back. Whoever did this to her, she fought back.
I sat in the darkened lounge, waiting for the next ambulance to arrive, wishing I could have done more. My nurse and I collected the evidence and handed it over. There were witnesses. A description.
A nurse laid her hand on my shoulder, attempting to lend me strength. It was cold comfort. There was another ambulance coming in, and another, and another.