“Where are you taking her?” Shelby shouted as she ran after the two EMT carrying her mother to the helicopter at the end of the road.
“The nearest hospital is 100 miles away, miss.” He paused. “I don’t think your mother’s going to make it unless we fly her there.”
“I need to come too.” Shelby insisted. She didn’t want to but then again, she didn’t want this accident to happen either. Resigned, the EMT led her to the chopper. As the chopper ascended, Shelby’s heart rose with it. She focused on her mother and didn’t dare look out. “You’re going to be alright.” She said softly, holding her mother’s hand tight.
30 minutes later, the helicopter landed on the roof and immediately, the EMT led Shelby out of the chopper as a group of EMT rushed her mother to the operating room. Shelby wanted to follow but the EMT stopped her. “You need to be treated for your wounds too, miss.”
Shelby frowned, “What wounds?” She had completely forgotten about her own wounds.
“Come with me.”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.