Yet another post written from a hospital. Although this time, it’s being written from the waiting room, not inside the hospital itself.

This morning… it seemed like a regular day. Got up, went running, had breakfast, and was preparing to look through the property records of that abandoned church when a bright flash of light came from outside. I opened my door to see what was going on. And when I did, 330 fell across the threshold into my arms.

God, there was blood everywhere. Her clothes had been soaked red, with more blood spurting from the dozens of wounds all over her body. Her hair was matted over the empty hole where her right eye would be, and her left arm ended in a jagged stump just below the elbow, with the bone clearly visible. There were burns, cut, bite marks, bruises…. What kind of hell had she gone through?

I called for an ambulance immediately. 330 was unconscious, so I laid her across my couch. Tried to stop the bleeding as best I could, but there weren’t enough bandages in my home for everything. So I just helplessly sat by her side, holding her hand and wishing the ambulance could arrive faster. She briefly woke up during the wait, but I don’t think she understood where she was. She thrashed on the couch, screaming until she passed out again.

Finally, the ambulance arrived and took her to the ER. Now I’m just waiting here, typing away until I get the news that she’ll be okay.

…. Please please please let them say she’ll be okay.

-Lisa