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“She’s back.”
Jackie, our seen-it-all triage nurse, gave me the look.
A wave of moaning, a basso profundo, found my body’s frequency and set it vibrating. The source, a 28-year-old woman, lay on the ambulance gurney, clutching her belly. The rumble filled the space around her. The husband, gamely standing by her side, quickly answered the registrar’s questions.
Jackie filled me in.
