Elena Rostova braced her hip against the stainless-steel equipment bench as Unit 04 took a sharp turn onto Old Ferry Road.
The ambulance was swaying heavily on its reinforced leaf springs. Through the reinforced side vision blocks, the black water of the canal rushed past in the darkness, choked with river fog and floating industrial timber.
On the gurney between Elena and Julian, Clara lay motionless beneath two warmed wool blankets.
Elena’s eyes never left the Nihon Kohden telemetry display.
The numbers were falling in cold, steady increments.
[RESPIRATORY SYNC: 96%]
[BRAINSTEM DRIVE: DECREASING 1% PER MINUTE]
[CURRENT DRIVE: 95%]
