She is alive

The paramedic ran out of the house like a madman was chasing him. When he reached the side of the house, he dropped to his knees, and spewed out the remnants in his stomach.

The young man had never imagined walking into a blood bath on his first run. His supervisor patted his back, asking if he was ok. The young paramedic nodded, wiping his mouth with his hand.

The image of the bodies lying on the ground, blood pooling around them, made him second-guess his career choice. He's seen these types of cases on TV shows and movies, but to be up, close, and personal was beginning to be too much for him to handle. He wondered what pushed the man to stab his wife repeatedly. The man had butchered his wife, forcing a son to kill his own father.

The young man rubbed his chest, trying to soothe the pain that settled in his heart. Tears blurred his vision as he stumbled his way to the rig.

Once they loaded the bodies into a separate ambulance, the young man climbed into the back, where the woman lay lifeless on a stretcher. Before he buckled up, a movement in his peripheral caught his attention.

Hesitantly he lifted his eyes to the body underneath the snow-white sheet. He jumped back, bumping his head against the cabinet.

"Holy shit," he gasped, chest heaving. With trembling hands, the young man pulled back the white sheet.

"We got a pulse!"