Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... worse. She had to keep calm and try to keep everyone else calm too.

“Girls! Be quiet! And sit… very… VERY still. Do NOT move! Got it?” Sylvia commanded sternly, or as sternly as possible with a fear shaken voice.

Both girls in the back simply nodded vigorously, taking some small comfort from Sylvia’s take-charge commanding attitude. To her left, Trina began to moan and stir slightly. Her right arm moved a little but still hung limply.

“Girls… you want to just sit very still in there till we can figure something out… okay?” Richard shouted, still hanging onto the back bumper.

***___***___

Cam had pulled to the shoulder on the on ramp back onto the southbound side of I-35. His lights were still flashing but he turned the siren off. The silence was nearly deafening after hearing the siren blare for so many miles. It wasn’t completely silent though, Caroline kept up a steady tirade or encouragement and even threats towards Duke to keep him as conscious as she could. Still though, he faded in and out from the loss of blood.

Two minutes after comin to a stop, Cam spotted the northbound ambulance, it’s lights flashing and siren screaming as it took the off ramp at the Kearny interchange at high speed. The tires squealed in protest as the ambulance barely slowed off the ramp to turn and cross over the interstate and turn again onto the southbound on ramp. Cam was out of his cruiser and opening the back door for the paramedics. One had rushed directly to the car ...

... while the other went to the back and got the gurney.

A quick check of Duke’s vitals only spurred the paramedics to work faster. Before they even moved him from the cruiser to the rolling gurney, they started an IV of plasma and saline. With Cam’s help they slid him from the car and bodily lifted Duke onto the Gurney. Once there, they cut away his pants to examine the stab wounds to his groin. They applied more sterile field dressings and used compression bandaging to hold them in place before wheeling the gurney to the ambulance and loading up.

Caroline had desperately wanted to ride in the ambulance with Duke, but they convinced her to ride with Cam instead. Once loaded, Cam restarted his cruiser and turned the siren back on to escort the ambulance further south to Kansas City. As short as the trip was it still seemed like an eternity for Caroline as she fretted the entire trip… wishing, hoping and praying that her husband would hang on a little longer.

***___***___

Tom ran the twenty or so yards from his mother’s car to the scene on the bridge. There, hanging from the back bumper of the car on the edge of the bridge was a man who looked vaguely familiar. The tall lanky man was stretched, his feet barely making contact with the pavement. Tom’s feet must have crunched on some glass on the road, because the man turned his head and muttered a prayer of thanks when he saw Tom approaching.

“Oh, thank God! I don’t know how much longer I can hang on to this bumper.” ...