Delphie rushed toward the tall red-haired man standing at the doorway to the back porch. He was so intent on what was going on in the backyard that he hadn’t noticed her.
“Michael, there’s nothing more you can do now,” Delphie said.
MJ’s head jerked down to look at Delphie. His blue eyes searched her face.
“We have to let it play out,” she said. “Will you help me?”
“Yes ma’am,” MJ said.
“Sam’s putting pressure on the wounds like you told us,” Delphie said. “She needs a medic.”
MJ nodded. With one last wistful look toward the backyard, he followed Delphie to where Honey lay fighting for her life. Without hesitation, the medic in him took over.
“Sir, press right here.” He pointed to specific spot on Honey’s back. Crumpled, Honey landed on her right hip with her facedown on the wood floor. She seeped blood from at least six deep knife wounds. “The wounds are too deep for the coagulant. We need to get this bleeding stopped.”
“But her spine!” Sam exclaimed. “It’s…”
“Severed, yes,” MJ said. “She won’t make it if we don’t get this bleeding stopped. Mike!”
Mike walked into the landing.
“Grab her legs. Very carefully. 1, 2, 3.” MJ guided the men to straighten Honey’s broken body. “Great. Mike, I need the med pack I gave you.”
“It’s right here.” Mike reached into a lower cupboard in the kitchen. He gave MJ the pack.
“I’m offline but we’re on camera here.” MJ nodded his head toward the ceiling. Looking up, he said, “I need a MedEvac.”
While Sam, Delphie and Mike stood around him, MJ dug in the pack until he found packet of saline. With quick efficient movement, he began setting up an IV. Glancing at Mike, he said, “You know what to do.”
Mike nodded. Taking the stairs two at a time, he found Jacob waiting on the other side of the door. The two men ran down the stairs and out into the backyard.
The retelling of Celia’s Puppies, Denver Cereal Volume 2, continues tomorrow…
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