At the Sakha Medical Centre, intern Vasily Andreeiv took the unconscious woman into his care. After a brief examination, he shook his head. “This woman is in a coma, possibly some damage to the right templar lobe. Do we know who she is?”
Nobody did, papers and documents were strewn around the crash site, and rescuers were presently more concerned with the owners of the documents.
Vasilly shrugged, there was some mild frostbite, even after just half an hour of being exposed to sub-zero temperatures, bodily fluids will begin to freeze. The flaming wreckage mitigated the damage somewhat.
Audrey would need evaluation and treatment at a hospital with better facilities than what was available for treating head trauma. “Let’s evacuate her to Moscow at the earliest opportunity, for now, we’ll just keep her warm.
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Carol reread the email she’d gotten from Audrey.
“Carol, dear. I’ve received permission to take a few months off to help our daughters adjust to this terrible situation. I’ll be arriving tomorrow most likely on an Air Korea flight. I’ll be in touch.”
She had tried to contact Air Korea, but the company wasn’t saying much, reserving news for “immediate family.” As the early morning hours marched on, Carol debated whether she should tell Jennifer…she WOULD be immediate family…but how could she do that to her?
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Audrey was evacuated to the European Medical Center in Moscow as soon as the evac plane was ready, she had still not been identified. Of the 260 passengers and crew on board, half had been killed in the crash itself, 15 were deemed “missing”, 77 were seriously injured. Thirty-eight, those in the tail section, had walked away with nary a scratch, though a few had suffered frostbite before they could get to shelter.
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Jennifer got up Monday morning feeling as if she had the flu. She knew she wasn’t ill, just that her muscles had started their development. Lisa also was starting to feel some light cramping in her stomach and thighs.
They went down to breakfast together. Carol was sitting by the portable TV set watching the news. Carol looked up with a sad expression.
“Jennifer, have a seat. I have something to tell you about your mother.”