Hopefully, it would stop or slow down the bleeding. Her favorite blanket was still under him. Angel snapped back to reality and realized that she had something more pressing to deal with at this very moment. The thought nearly ripped her heart out every time she recalled how the one time she failed to make a sacrifice caused her to miss her grandmother’s the last days.Įven though the thought was still very painful, now was not the time to be crippled by something that happened in the past. Her grandmother died before Angel made it home. Even though it was years ago, she could not bring herself to release the hurt and guilt associated with not being there. Her grandmother passed away shortly after she left home. The blanket was the last thing she received from the one person she loved the most. Somehow, she felt that this was one of many sacrifices she would make in an effort to save this man's life. Angel was known for the sacrifices she made to help others. Everything was going according to schedule until she found him. Her mind was racing with the day’s events.
How could she allow something so precious to her be destroyed while helping this stranger? It was the last prized possession she had from her grandmother. Sitting on the floor trying to catch her breath, Angel realized she grabbed the quilt her grandmother made for her as a graduation present. Her body felt like it would give out, but she knew that couldn’t happen. She finally managed to get him inside despite the lack of cooperation she felt from her muscles. The frigid air was rough on her body and her lungs. After spending so much time in the freezing cold weather and the snow, she could barely breathe.
The muscles in her arms, back, and legs began to feel like Jell-O. Pulling his lifeless body inside the kitchen door was nearly impossible, but somehow, she found the strength to get it done. It took every muscle in her body to pull him from the SUV to the back door. Anything that would make it easier for her to get him inside the house was exactly what she needed. She would wrap this around him as best she could. She grabbed the blanket that was folded on her dining table. There was no time to be concerned about what blanket she was using when a man’s life was on the line. The sleeping bag she used to get him into her SUV was saturated with his blood.
Angel had to do something before she had to figure out where to bury him.Īfter she ran into the kitchen to see if there was anything she could use to drag him inside, Angel grabbed the first blanket she could find. There was no time to be frantic or afraid. If she couldn’t stop the bleeding, he would die right here. Her clothes were covered in his blood, but there was no time to worry about that. Everywhere she looked she saw bright red. I’m trying to help you.” She frantically pleaded with the stranger to stop resisting.
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