ambulance - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The ambulance was a repurposed plumber's van. The roof lights were on a board anchored with old ropes and only one headlamp was in working order, winking into the wintry night. Enya eyed the balding tyres but what choice did she have? Before she'd even remembered how to breath right she was inside next to Tanya, the sound of her sharp shallow breathing lost under the roar of the diesel engine and the rattle of the make-shift trolley bed.
I couldn't hear the ambulance coming. I could only make out its blurred shape through my blood shot, puffy, crying eyes. I stared as I watched the life drain out of my loved ones eyes. He went pale and limp. As a pair of strong hands pulled me back into the blinding light of the ambulance I still didn't move. His body was channelled onto a stretcher and into the ambulance with me. The van stank slightly like sulphur and chemicals. It numbed my nose and choked me, as I sat on the crisp white sheets that crinckled beneath me I clung to them like I would to the lifeless body before me. The drips and beds rattled as the van sped off to the hospital. I shook on the bed, my feet floating across the speckled ambulance floor. My body was illuminated by the blue lights...Hurry.
Rainer's daydream is shattered by a siren. From the rain-washed street behind comes an ambulance, pale under the streetlamps, blue lights blazing in time with the jagged noise. He indicates and slows, the neon yellow stripes passing before he's come to a stop.
The ride to the hospital was more terrifying than the accident itself; with every bump that the ambulance made, my anxiety peaked higher. Seeing him strapped in to the stretcher I knew it was just the beginning. The paramedics said that If I didn't call when I did, he could've died. I know they were trying to help, but their words just bounced right off me. I didn't care how they saved him, all I cared about was if he was gonna be okay.
The flashing red lights that parts crowds of cars as a knife that cleaves cleanly through melted butter, its mere presence signifying the misfortune of another, the sight that causes people to pray regardless of religion. The screeching tires and the keening wail of the siren, madly barreling through the streets in the hopes of saving one more life as the screeching echoes throughout the neighborhood.
The ambulance came with aggressive speed, the kind of sheer driving audacity that let everyone know the siren wasn't a polite request to move. Every head turned to follow the yellow and blue streak, unaware of the precious cargo inside.
Through the cleared lane came an ambulance at such breathtaking speed that the motorists took a collective sharp breath, feeling the sudden displacement of air as it passed. Whatever was going on up ahead there were confirmed casualties. Rory looked to the sky for a chopper, no doubt one had been dispatched from Los Angeles.
Autumn wound her hands round and round her ponytail. Sitting in the ambulance was no better than being cornered at a bus stop by a well meaning stranger. The paramedic made small talk while he checked Rainer's vitals, occasionally shooting her a tempered smile. Everything on the walls was behind perspex but still it rattled. The siren went on and off as the driver saw fit, jolting her every time it shrieked.