I hold Tracy's hand as the ambulance drives us to the hospital. I told them I was her sister so they could let me ride with them. I have not released her hand since they put her in the ambulance. I have been holding it while saying prayers for her survival.

We arrive at the hospital as quickly as possible. I walk to the waiting room as they wheel her in for surgery. I find the closest bathroom and wash my hands. My clothes are soaked in her blood. I will change later; right now, I need ...