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towards where she was lying. Susan was unconscious on the floor beside the bed where she had fallen, barely visible from the doorway as she was collapsed behind it. The young copper first on the scene entered into her room and just stood in the doorway mouth gaping wide open as he switched on the light; he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Blood and hair covered the bed, walls and furniture. It was like a scene from an abattoir. He snapped out of it sharply as he saw a foot protruding from the end of the bed, bloodstained and petite. He rushed to Susan’s side and called for assistance. The medical teams accompanying the officers came rushing into the room as soon as the area was deemed safe. They quickly knelt down beside Susan, checking her vital signs, wondering if it was possible to survive injuries like those before their eyes. The young cop, still staring down at this poor soul, beaten beyond belief, was frozen to the spot with the macabre sight before him. The Sergeant came into the roomand took his shoulder gently, guiding him outside, making sure that only those required were permitted to be there.
    The room was now a major crime scene. Every piece of evidence inside it would be vital to the capture of the merciless person responsible for such depraved behaviour.
    The paramedic shouted out loudly, “SHE’S ALIVE. God knows how, but she is.” The medics did all that was necessary to sustain Susan’s now fragile life, taking all the essential measures to prevent it slipping away from her during the short journey to the hospital.
    The Sergeant arranged for a fast police escort; every second counted as Susan had lost so much blood. She lay on the trolley bed, barely breathing, a helpless soul, her life hanging in the hands of caring professionals who desperately wanted to save her and desperately wanted her to survive this nightmare.
    On the way to hospital, the paramedic in the rear of the ambulance had to commence CPR when Susan’s heart arrested; her body finally giving up on her. He called through to the driver to update him on what was going on. His partner informed him he was going as fast as it was safe to do so and offered to stop and help his colleague but was told to keep driving as the medic in the rear continued CPR.
    “We can’t save her without blood, she needs blood, every time I compress her chest the blood is just pumping out of her from everywhere.”
    The police officer accompanying them felt helpless; she was there in case the victim came round and divulged anything of evidential value. She offered whatever help she could to the medic, who told her to give the inflations with the bag, to allow him to continue with uninterrupted compressions.
    The ambulance screeched to a halt in the bay at the emergency department; the crash team already there waiting and prepared to take over. They rolled Susan out from the rear of the ambulance and started working on her before the trolley had even hit the ground. She was rushed into the emergency room where the specialist team and lifesaving equipment awaited them. The team worked frantically to save her; blood, fluids, surgery, hundreds of stitches, sweat and 100% commitment from all involved went into saving her life.
    They were not going to let her die; she had fought so hard to live until now and they were not going to let her down if they could help it. The police officer standing in the corner of the room willed her to live; tears glistened in her eyes as she watched in bewilderment, feeling herself engulfed with sadness at the terrible thought that they may lose her after all she had been through. She clasped her hands together and whispered to herself as she looked up to the ceiling; she had never prayed in her life, but this lady needed all the help she could get.
    Hours passed with relapse after relapse and many life-saving surgical procedures undertaken to stop Susan bleeding. Her spleen was removed; she had eleven broken bones, no sight in