Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... slowed to a stop a car length behind the stopped pickup truck and turned his own flashers on, before turning off the car and getting out to see if he could help.

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“Yeah, somewhere in the groin. I don’t know if it hit the femoral artery but there was a lot of bleeding. We’re keeping direct pressure on the wound but it’s barely slowing the bleeding. Over.” Cam spoke as calmly into the radio hand piece as he drove at high speed through the sporadic traffic on the interstate headed south to Kansas City.

*An ambulance with paramedics is enroute. They are northbound on I-35 and will meet you at the interchange with state-92 near Kearny. Over.” The dispatcher’s voice crackled over the radio in response.

“Copy, rendezvous at the State-92 interchange near Kearny. ETA?” Cam responded, as he looked into the rearview mirror to see Caroline still kneeling over her husband applying pressure to the bandages on his wounds in his groin.

*ETA eight minutes for the interchange. What’s your ETA to same? The voice crackled again, strangely calm.

“My ETA is…” Cam watched a mile marker flash by and did the calculation in his mind. “ETA approximately four minutes out. Over.” Cam informed the emergency dispatcher as he dodged more slower moving traffic in the southbound lanes of the interstate.

*Copy, the ambulance has been advised and will be looking for your lights. Over. Stated the calm voice over the radio.

“Hang tight Duke, we’re almost there. The boys in the ...

... ambulance will be able to start fixing you up.” Cam said a little more calmly than he felt inside.

Duke didn’t respond, in truth he was fading in and out of consciousness, his eyes struggling to remain open and not simply rolling back into this head. He tried hard to focus on the angel hovering over him. He knew it was his dear Caroline, but in this moment, he also knew, beyond a doubt that she was an angel. His angel, here on earth. He tried to smile for her but his face, like the rest of his body was not working just right, and he was getting cold.

Caroline had heard the calls on the radio and knew that time was running out, quickly. She could feel Duke slipping away from her with every passing moment. His breathing was becoming labored and he couldn’t seem to focus on her face. She was scared. No matter how many times she had been frustrated and even angry with him for his wandering ways and love for alcohol… she couldn’t bear to think of life without him. He had been the only boy, and man that she had ever loved. They had been together since they were just babies really. He was her life. She was very worried, worried but determined.

“Duke! Gerald Lee Simmons! You listen to me! You will NOT go to sleep. Keep looking at me! Do you HEAR me?” Caroline shouted trying desperately to keep her husband focused on her face.

“Two more minutes till the off ramp. Hang in there folks!” Cam spoke a little excitedly from the front seat, trying to remain calm but feeling his ...