Fleetwood Mac

The darkened city blinks past, glimpsed only in red flashes through the side window. The Witching Hour is long past, as is the Drunk Hour. Push hard, push fast. Almost-a-medic does CPR compressions with a vengeance; the last, best hope for our patient. In between, I squeeze in a few breaths, watch the rhythm on [...]

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A medevac helicopter lights up the night sky on final approach to Local Suburban Hospital this evening.