Dead Anyway

Emily Odell doesn't have the best life. When a hurricane hits and kills the family she loves, it's even worse. In the aftermath, the item left in the rubble she's most interested in is a business card. Weird much? Well, the card has the address of some crazy old gypsy lady on it, and Emily gets the idea that this woman might have something to do with the odd fact that everyone in the house but her died. Meeting the gypsy has a death curse involved, and Emily is determined to make the last days of her life the most memorable. But will she have enough time before death?


18. Ambulance

When my eyelids flutter, the sun is just rising. Or is it setting? No, it was nearly dark when I fell. I try to sit up, and metallic redness fills my mouth. Euh, I think. Gross. I touch my nose and find it's flimsy and sodden with blood. Must be broken. There's a cut on my lip, but it's not serious. I can't move my right arm. Not bloody, but obviously broken. My legs bear my weight just fine, so I go inside. Angela is awake, but Maxwell is nowhere to be found. Angela's face is grave as she cooks eggs sunnyside up. "Angela?" My voice comes out soft and smooth, not cracked like I expected. She whips around. "Oh, Emily! Where have you been? We were worried sick! Is that blood?" "I'm fine, Angela. I just need some wet towels and bandage. I'll take care of myself." "You absolutely are not fine! I'm taking you to the ER," she protests. She dials her cell phone and says, "Hello? Yes, I have a case of excessive blood and broken bones. I need an ambulance." The person on the other line is muffled, but Angela replies, "1208 Silver Fox Lane, New Orleans. Thank you." and hangs up. "I hate you, Angela," I gurgle through the blood in my throat. "Hate me if you will. You'll thank me down the road." That's when the sirens appear and she leads me outside. I turn down the stretcher they offer me. I obediently climb into the back of the ambulance and sit on a cushioned chair. I wave goodbye to Angela, and she bursts into tears. "I'll - see - you there," she stutters through loud sobs. Then the doors slam shut, separating us. I didn't get a chance to tell her I didn't hate her.

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