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🚨 THE KESTREL BETRAYAL: WHEN THE MILLIONAIRE’S LIES CRUMBLED INTO THE RIVER 🚨 / Chapter 3 / 8

Chapter 3 - The Triage Symphony

Back at the parkland grass, Nora’s triage station was a masterclass in controlled chaos.

Within forty minutes, she had organized over fifty civilian volunteers, four off-duty paramedics, and two medical students into an efficient, life-saving machine. Stretchers lined the grass. Green tags for walking wounded; yellow tags for stable fractures and lacerations; red tags for immediate surgical intervention.

"Pressure on that femoral bleed, Martinez!" Nora shouted, leaping over a pile of medical supplies to slap a compression bandage onto a construction worker whose leg had been pinned beneath a steel beam. "Don't let up until I tell you! Reed, start a large-bore IV line on bed three—hypovolemic shock is setting in fast!"

"Nora, we're out of pediatric collars!" Reed called out, sweat pouring down his face.

"Use rolled towels and tape! Improvise! We adapt or they don't make it!"

A television news crew, having broken through the outer police perimeter, rushed toward her with a camera flashing bright red. A reporter shoved a microphone toward her face.

"Excuse me, ma'am! I'm Sarah Lin with Channel 4 News. We're broadcasting live across the state. Can you tell us what the casualty count is? Is city infrastructure failing completely?"

Nora didn't even look up from the patient whose airway she was clearing.

"Get that camera out of my face," Nora snapped, her eyes blazing with fury. "Unless you have a pair of medical shears or you know how to hold pressure on a collapsed lung, get out of the way and start carrying blankets! People are dying while you're looking for a headline!"

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The reporter stepped back, stunned, but the camera kept rolling, capturing every second of the fierce, unyielding nurse who refused to let anyone die on her watch. Across the city, millions of viewers watched in absolute silence.

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