GENRE: Commercial Fiction
The ambulance screamed over the hill and plunged down the two-lane road into the valley below.
“Tell me when I’m close,” the driver ordered.
His partner pointed. “There.” Just ahead, a chapel bell tower stabbed through the veil of early morning fog.
“Hope you didn’t have a big breakfast,” the driver shouted. He braked hard and yanked the wheel to the right.
“I’m good,” his partner yelled back.
“I’m talking about the jumper, not the ride, rookie.” They hurtled past the entrance sign and toward the front gate. “Just so you know? Sometimes it’s hard to tell the front from the back. Hope it’s not a kid.”
The duty officer sprang out from the gatehouse and waved them through. The driver hit the gas. His partner yelled, “Watch it!” just as they smacked into a speed bump.
The driver cursed as the undercarriage scraped over the hump. “Could someone have warned us, maybe?”
They lurched up the main campus boulevard to the chapel and pulled onto the esplanade. A burly Filipino jogged over to the vehicle. “Hurry up, will you?” he shouted. “It looks bad.”
The paramedics raced to the back and pulled out the gurney. With a jerk of the handrails, its insect legs unfolded.
A groundskeeper leaned on his rake, watching. “Take your time,” he called out. “He’s not going nowhere.”
At this, the driver nodded to his partner, who clambered back into the rig, grabbed a folded rubber bag and tossed it on the gurney.