Competition Can Be Murder
““Help is on the way,” he said.
I lifted the sodden scrap of cloth and tried to see the wound in the failing light. The source of the flow was at the edge of the boy’s jawbone. A brief gash of white showed through before blood covered it. I turned the cloth over and reapplied pressure. Richie groaned.
“I think it missed the carotid,” I said, “but just barely.” Where were the paramedics?
I looked up to see the priest I’d passed earlier coming toward us, his arm around Lewis’s shoulders. The boy’s... freckles stood out against his marshmallow-white face, even in the twilight.
“Did you call for help?” I asked the priest.
“As you asked.”
“Go back inside and direct the paramedics out here. This is a critical situation.” I looked again at Richie. “And send the police after that other kid, the one that jumped the fence.”
He turned, leaving Lewis staring at Richie’s prone form, his dark eyes looking empty as black holes in his skull.
“Will he be okay?” he asked.MoreLess
I lifted the sodden scrap of cloth and tried to see the wound in the failing light. The source of the flow was at the edge of the boy’s jawbone. A brief gash of white showed through before blood covered it. I turned the cloth over and reapplied pressure. Richie groaned.
“I think it missed the carotid,” I said, “but just barely.” Where were the paramedics?
I looked up to see the priest I’d passed earlier coming toward us, his arm around Lewis’s shoulders. The boy’s... freckles stood out against his marshmallow-white face, even in the twilight.
“Did you call for help?” I asked the priest.
“As you asked.”
“Go back inside and direct the paramedics out here. This is a critical situation.” I looked again at Richie. “And send the police after that other kid, the one that jumped the fence.”
He turned, leaving Lewis staring at Richie’s prone form, his dark eyes looking empty as black holes in his skull.
“Will he be okay?” he asked.MoreLess
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