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“This is a scoop and go, partner,” I say. “Get the stretcher and backboard. Bring the suction.”
“Yeah.” His shadow falls across the woman. “Scoop and go.”
On the way here, Dale told me about the marinara sauce he made for dinner the night before. This is something an experienced paramedic can do; unzip a city morning rush hour while talking over the sirens about how great scissors work for cutting herbs, and how his girlfriend asked for seconds, which she never does. But now we’re here, and he’s spooked. There is no getting away from the fact that the blood and vomit pooled to one side look a lot like marinara sauce.
