Friday, February 22, 2013
MEET SHILOH BERGAMOT, MD
***EXCERPT FROM LEGACY UNDER FIRE***
Shifts in the emergency room hadn't prepared Shiloh for triage on a site that looked like a battlefield. She simply patched up bloody arms and faces as best she could with limited supplies, then sent people on to a safe place.
Though shocked and hurting, the pioneer spirit of these citizens was obvious in their stoic expressions and assistance in helping their neighbors and the strangers who were in town for the news conference. In a short time, the bandages and antiseptic Shiloh had crammed into her bag were gone, leaving her searching the bottom of an empty bag for tape to close a gash on someone's forehead.
"I'm going to get more supplies!" Shiloh shouted to one of the EMTs.
She sprinted back across Celestial Creek to her clinic, through the side door and upstairs where medical supplies were stored. As she jerked open the door of the storage room, orange tongues of fire roared toward her like the angry bellow of a giant beast intent on swallowing her whole.
The gasp of surprise was ripped from her throat as the force of the inferno threw her against the wall. Shiloh crumpled to the floor, instinctively curling into a ball.
Stunned and gasping for breath, she lay unmoving...