Chapter 3: Found

"Daddy, Daddy! Come here! Someone is lying there. Look! A lady! "

I look up. The face of a little girl is hovering above me. She is staring curiously at me. I try to say something, but my tongue betrays me.

"Get back, Emily!" someone says anxiously.

"She is not moving, daddy! Is she dead?"

A young man appears and gazes down at me. I manage to lift my good arm. It is surprisingly difficult. As though, my arm is leaden. Then, I drop it down again.

"Are you OK, miss?" the man asks.

What a stupid question! Am I looking OK!

"Help me!" I manage to groan.

My voice is weak and hoarse. It is almost a whisper.

"Don't move! Everything is gonna be OK.''

I don't have even the slightest intention of moving. The man disappears. I hear him talking on his mobile. Please hurry! I can't bear it any longer! At one time, I hear a chopper. Grit and bits of straw start falling down on me. The emotions and pain go too far, and I swoon.

I come around as the paramedics are lifting my mutilated body. I am placed on a stretcher. They do it as gently as they can in such a cramped space. Despite that, I am in agony. I sob all the time. One of the paramedics tries to soothe me. He caresses my brow, talks to me. I am unable to grasp the meaning of the words. Then, I am hoisted up.

As the chopper takes off, they place a mask on my face and attach an IV line to my arm. I am given a shot. It feels good. Slowly, I drift into unconsciousness.