“Whoa, buddy!” said the first paramedic as he approached Tomás. “Yowsa!” exclaimed the second.
“Thanks a lot, guys. Guess I was right to call.”
“Yes, sir. Good move,” said the first, regaining his professional composure. “Just lie down on our stretcher, and we’ll take it from here.”
“I’m just gonna take a look,” said the second as he snapped on a glove and reached toward Tomás.
“Fine,” said Tomás releasing his grip on the towel. “But I don’t think you’ll see anything. The blood started with diarrhea and won’t stop.”
He watched the paramedics exchange a look. They stopped and put on masks before touching him again. In the ambulance, he overheard them talking with the hospital. He couldn’t understand everything, but he could tell it was bad. He felt a little faint. Blood loss must do that, he thought as he slipped from consciousness.
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