The Girl on the Car
Copyright© 2026 by Heel
Chapter 4
The paramedics moved with practiced urgency, voices low and precise, cutting through the noise without acknowledging it. One of them reached her first, bracing the ruined roof with a knee before touching her shoulder, firm but careful.
“Unconscious. Breathing present.”
A light passed briefly over her eyes. No response. Fingers checked her pulse, steady but fragile, as if it might slip away if pressed too hard. A collar was fitted around her neck, securing her head in place, stripping away the illusion of stillness and turning her back into a patient—into something that required rules.
They worked around the details the crowd had fixated on without comment. The dangling shoe was removed, the torn stocking cut cleanly away. Her bare heel, moments ago a symbol endlessly recorded, was covered without ceremony. The blanket, heavy and neutral, erasing the shape of her body, interrupting the image everyone thought they understood.
She was lifted carefully, inch by inch, from the crushed Bugatti. The metal creaked softly as her weight was transferred, as if the car were exhaling at last. Straps secured her to the stretcher. Electrodes were placed. Numbers appeared on a small screen, flickering proof that she was still alive.
Sirens began again, this time moving.
Inside the ambulance, the world narrowed. Bright lights. White surfaces. The sharp smell of antiseptic. One paramedic monitored her breathing while another relayed information into a radio, voice steady, detached.
“Female. Early twenties. Multiple traumas. Unresponsive.”
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