Chapter 87

In less than a minute, Laura had passed ten phone numbers on to Christine and soon the kids were online with someone, doctor or nurse, trained in emergency medicine.

"I've got Mitchell here. He's been shot several times, but it looks like blood is just pouring from a wound in his upper leg, near his crotch. I'm pulling his pants down and I see blood spurting. It must be an artery," reasoned Christine.

"Here's what I want you to do," responded Laura calmly. "You need to take a cloth, like a piece of Mitchell's shirt and fold it up and press it tightly to the wound. You've got to slow down the bleeding. If you can, find something to tie around his leg over the bandage to keep it tightly in place."

Christine had placed the phone on the speaker as she worked over Mitchell. She used the knife to cut the front of his shirt off and folded that piece into a bandage. Then she snaked his belt around his upper leg and drew it tight, securing the makeshift bandage in place. Christine felt some