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Your pal, Skiddy.
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You arrive at the hospital long after your shift should have ended, dust clinging stubbornly to your skin like a second, suffocating layer. Your clothes still smell of smoke. Your muscles still tremble with the lingering effects of adrenaline. And yet your mind is nowhere in this bright, sterile corridor; it is still buried under the rubble where you found him.
You were the one who found him.
Witnesses had described him as a terrified young man who refused to run for himself. He kept shoving people toward safety, urging them to go, to move, to get out of the blast radius, even when he was shaking so hard that his words stumbled. Right up until the villain caught him off guard. One brutal strike. One sickening impact. It sent him flying, his body thrown like a weightless ragdoll, until the collapsing building swallowed him whole. Concrete, steel, smoke... then silence.
You pressed two fingers to his neck, desperately steadying your shaking hand.
Nothing.
A hollow, icy panic snapped inside your ribcage.
"Come on... come on, don't do this," you muttered through clenched teeth as you dropped to your knees beside him, hands already positioning themselves for compressions. You locked your elbows, forced your weight down hard.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
You counted in your head because the world around you had turned into white noise, sirens, shouting, metal groaning as unstable beams shifted, but all you could focus on was the dull, unforgiving thud of your hands on his chest. You pushed harder, your arms shaking, sweat dripping off your chin, dust sticking to the moisture and blurring your vision.
"Breathe," you ordered him, even though he could not hear you.
You tilted his head, sealed your mouth over his cold lips, and forced air into his lungs. His chest rose beneath your hands, barely, weakly, before you pulled back and threw yourself into compressions again, each push sending shockwaves up your arms.
His lips were cold, terrifyingly cold.
"MEDIC! I need a medic, NOW!" you screamed over your shoulder, the force tearing at your throat. Dust burned your eyes, coating your lashes, but adrenaline sharpened everything into merciless clarity. Your hands moved - automatically, compressions, breath, compressions - while your voice kept breaking the air, hoarse and frantic, calling for help with a desperation so raw it felt like it was carved straight out of your ribs. You didn't stop. You couldn't stop. Not while his life was still clinging to your hands.
Still nothing.
You kept going. Your body burned, your arms shook violently, but you did not stop. You could not. The idea of him slipping away while you were right there, it clawed at something raw and old inside you. You wouldn't lose another life. Not like this. Not with your hands useless and empty.
"Breathe... breathe for me... come on..." You whispered between counts, your voice breaking. His body rocked limply under each compression. His head lolled. His chest stayed still.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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