The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 808

"And call the police! Make sure every single one of these bastards is restrained. Don't let a single one get away!"

If they didn't hurry, Milford wasn't going to make it.

The bodyguard immediately pulled out his phone and dialed emergency services.

Minutes later, the wail of sirens ripped through the night, red and blue lights washing over the grim alleyway.

The police arrived first, followed seconds later by an ambulance. Paramedics rushed in with a stretcher, their boots splashing through the puddles.

"Patient is over here!"

Judie pulled a shell-shocked Yvonne out of the way, holding her as they watched the medics work.

"It's okay, Yvonne. It's going to be okay," Judie whispered, though her own heart was hammering against her ribs. "The doctors are here. He's going to be fine."

But honestly, Judie had no idea. He looked so incredibly broken.

...

When they hoisted Milford into the ambulance, he felt weightless, as if drifting on a dark, endless tide. He felt tightly restrained, yet simultaneously suspended in midair, rocking and swaying with the motion of the vehicle.

The siren blared, but to him, it sounded muffled, like it was playing through ten feet of water.

He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids weighed a ton. His vision was a chaotic blur of dark reds and harsh, twisting lights flashing past the windows.

A strange sense of detachment washed over him. It felt like his soul was hovering near the roof of the ambulance, looking down at his own body.

He watched people in dark uniforms frantically working on a man strapped to a gurney—a man covered in blood, deathly pale, with a gaping wound on his temple.

*He looks like me,*

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