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stood behind his truck with his hands in his pockets. The red and blue light swept the yard in slow arcs.
Ellison keyed his radio. “Possible rib fracture. We’ll need a unit.”
Then, quieter, to me: “Ma’am. Keep still.”
I kept still.
When the EMTs came in with the gurney, I sat on it without arguing, which is not something I do easily. As they wheeled me continue reading …
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