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[Sep. 5th, 2005|01:01 pm]
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[cogenthoughts]
The harsh fluorescent light buzzes angrily as I stand beneath it, waiting on a seemingly interminable line in the coffee shop. Yet another boring Monday, and the line is full of sleepy mutterings and the protective squinching of eyes against the brightness.
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[User Picture]From: shepline
2005-09-05 07:49 pm (UTC)
Suddenly there is shouting, the pounding of footsteps on the road behind, and gun shots. I swing round in time to see the man fall to the ground in the middle of the street just ten metres or so from where I stand. Blood is already seeping from his body and staining the tarmac.
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[User Picture]From: cogenthoughts
2005-09-06 08:20 pm (UTC)
I sigh and forget about the coffee. Springing into action, I push through the glass door and go out to the man. Already a small knot of people has formed around the body. "Step back," I shout. "Give me some space to work!"

I crouch down next to his face, blood slowly spreading across my denim clad knees, and check for a pulse. Finding none, I begin chest compressions, shouting to the huddle, "Somebody call 911!"

I hear a click close to my ear.
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[User Picture]From: shepline
2005-09-06 08:27 pm (UTC)
I can't stop. You can never stop once you start on CPR. I count, and breath, and find the place again - more compressions. All the time, I can feel the ring of cold metal pressed to my neck.

"I said leave him"

Her voice cuts through my brain again. I ignore her, I can't stop. Not now.
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[User Picture]From: cogenthoughts
2005-09-16 01:40 am (UTC)
Pain is searing through the back of my head. I can't comprehend what's going on, just the sensation of falling, falling slowly. The ground is rushing up to meet me as I pitch forward into blackness.
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