Chapter 28: The Hospital
The ambulances reached the gates seconds after Dawn, her friends, and the security guards did. The police arrived shortly after that, while they were loading Corrie onto a stretcher and into one of the ambulances. “He should come to the hospital and get dried off,” one of the EMTs, a youngish woman with a tight blonde ponytail, said to the police.
“Fine with me,” said the older cop with a nod. “As long as we can question him.”
“Don’t put him in the same ambulance with Corrie,” Dawn said.
“Of course not,” the EMT said, giving her a dirty look.
“Let’s get you in the one with her,” said another EMT, a burly young man. He obviously saw that she didn’t need a stretcher, and helped her into the back of the ambulance. Edie scrambled up behind them.
“I’m their friend,” she explained when the EMT frowned at her.
“All right,” he said, “you can stay, just be sure not to get in our way.”
“I won’t,” Edie said.
“Edie’s pretty good at not being in the way,” said Dawn, with a reassuring smile at her. She looked extremely worried, and Dawn didn’t blame her. She felt pretty worried about Corrie herself. The EMT was binding up Dawn’s shoulder with a bandage, obviously not thinking the cut was too bad, and as the ambulance started moving, he inserted an IV into Corrie’s arm and checked her pulse.
“Is she going to be okay?” Dawn asked.
“She should be,” said the EMT. “Breathing’s normal, pulse is normal. She’s just unconscious. What knocked her out?”
“I don’t know,” said Dawn, glancing at Edie.
Edie shook her head. “Some kind of magical explosion, I think. I didn’t really see what happened. It must have come from the knife, though…”
Dawn was surprised that she didn’t feel any worse yet, though the ambulance was swaying somewhat as it took a corner, and it was harder than usual to keep her balance. “Maybe we should wait until everyone is there to explain. I don’t think the security guards got the whole story and I really want Professor Lal or someone to look at my arm.”
“Are you feeling all right?” the EMT asked.
Dawn shook her head. “It’s… well, my whole arm is numb.”
He quickly turned around and lifted her arm. She couldn’t feel his fingers at all as he poked and prodded her. “Well, that’s not good. You said there was some kind of magic involved?”
“Yeah. I guess you guys are familiar with Chatoyant College?”
“A few of us are. Not enough, unfortunately.” He sighed, still prodding her arm. “There are brochures about it, and I’ve talked to some teachers and students, but I’ve seen magical injuries before and I really think we need doctors trained at working with magic. Do you need someone to call your professor?”
“One of my friends is trying to get in contact with her, but it probably wouldn’t hurt if someone from the hospital tried, too.” Dawn glanced at Corrie, who was still unconscious. The ambulance came to a stop, though, and the EMTs hurried them out, wheeling Corrie away.
“I don’t want to be separated!” Dawn said quickly.
“Sorry,” said the female EMT, glancing at her with slightly more sympathy than she’d shown before. “You need to go to different wards.”
Edie looked back and forth between them. “Go with Corrie,” Dawn said. “I’ll be okay. Roe will probably be here soon.”
Edie nodded and hurried after Corrie. The male EMT guided Dawn to a small examination room and helped her get up on the table. She needed the help, since her arm was now completely useless. She felt fine otherwise, though.
“I’ll get a female nurse,” he said. “You’ll need help getting that shirt off.”
He left Dawn alone, but she only had to wait a couple of minutes before a nurse, an older woman with a professional look, entered. She took one look at Dawn’s shirt and shook her head. “I’m afraid I’ll have to cut that off.”
“It’s okay,” Dawn said with a grimace. “It’s too late for it anyway.” She hated to lose the nice new shirt, but it was already ruined.
The nurse took a pair of safety scissors and cut it off, then carefully removed Dawn’s bra as well. The strap had been sliced, which Dawn hadn’t noticed before. The nurse helped her into a paper gown, but left it mostly open in front while she cleaned the wound.
“That doesn’t look too bad,” the nurse finally said. “I think we can have Doctor Trotman sew that up and you’ll be good as new.”
Dawn sighed. “Can we wait until someone from my college gets here? It’s a magical wound, and my arm is really numb.”
The nurse gave her a sharp frown. “I don’t think you need one of your friends, miss. But if your arm is numb, the doctor will be able to do something about it.” She walked out without another word.