Wednesday, June 01, 2005 -- 6:15 PM
My heart beat like the rain on the ambulance windshield, and almost in time with the wipers. The night outside was as cold as my gut, but it was warm in here. Too damn warm. In the back lay what I thought by now must be a corpse. If not now, then soon.
Clear! ... and the machines took over where medicines failed. Clear! ... Again.
I think we lost it.
The anxiety emptied from the atmosphere like all of the water that was raining down was emptying into the sewers, and we all breathed a sigh of dissapointement, like a lone headlight flasing in between raindrops.
But then.
But then it.
But then it happened.
We have a pulse.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the new and slightly improved Word for Word.
