What He Promises
“I cried. “He’s dead, isn’t he?”
But no one would answer me.
The paramedics were working on Noah, their hands moving in tandem as they tried to force life back into his body. I watched as one of them breathed into Noah’s mouth while the other one performed chest compressions, their movements perfectly choreographed.
“Charlotte, you need to come with me,” the policeman who’d called for help said. His name was Officer Reinhart, and I’d made the mistake of telling him my name when he’d asked. N...ow he was using it in a way that implied we had some kind of connection, and that he therefore had the right to tell me what to do. “We need to get you out of here. You need medical attention.”
He glanced surreptitiously over to the other side of the room, where Professor Worthington was being tended to by a separate team of paramedics. I watched as they loaded him onto a stretcher and began wheeling him out of the room. Professor Worthington was screaming at full volume, shrieking about the pain in his eye, that he couldn’t see, that he was blind. And yet the paramedics who were helping him were calm. There was no frenzy, no cacophony of screaming, no CPR. I knew enough to realize this meant his injuries weren’t as serious as Noah’s, that he must have been stable.MoreLess
But no one would answer me.
The paramedics were working on Noah, their hands moving in tandem as they tried to force life back into his body. I watched as one of them breathed into Noah’s mouth while the other one performed chest compressions, their movements perfectly choreographed.
“Charlotte, you need to come with me,” the policeman who’d called for help said. His name was Officer Reinhart, and I’d made the mistake of telling him my name when he’d asked. N...ow he was using it in a way that implied we had some kind of connection, and that he therefore had the right to tell me what to do. “We need to get you out of here. You need medical attention.”
He glanced surreptitiously over to the other side of the room, where Professor Worthington was being tended to by a separate team of paramedics. I watched as they loaded him onto a stretcher and began wheeling him out of the room. Professor Worthington was screaming at full volume, shrieking about the pain in his eye, that he couldn’t see, that he was blind. And yet the paramedics who were helping him were calm. There was no frenzy, no cacophony of screaming, no CPR. I knew enough to realize this meant his injuries weren’t as serious as Noah’s, that he must have been stable.MoreLess
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