False SignsChapter 11
Taylor felt himself being bumped around and a hand pressing down on his shoulder as he came to. Opening his eyes, he could see the sterile white interior of an ambulance, as the paramedic pressed down on him to hold Taylor steady when the vehicle swerved around a turn. “Whitaker?” he said, trying to sit up. The paramedic pushed him gently but firmly back down. “Your friend is in another ambulance. You’re both ok, mostly cuts and bruises, but we want to check both of you out for...