And they did.
In the distance, they heard sirens, and all they could hope was help would get there fast. This poor woman didn’t deserve this, and she’d been caught up in this mess.
“I’ll keep compression,” Gene said, as his hands were below where Ethan would have to compress. It wasn’t easy with his cast, but he had to fight for this woman.
They began.
Ethan was above her, counting as Gene held compression right below his hands. They kept going, trying to hold the woman from going over the edge to death.
As the crowd moved, someone got down beside them to assist.
It was one of the detectives.
“What the hell?” he asked.
Ethan was counting, doing compressions, and breathing for the woman to get air into her body.
Gene kept his voice low, as more cops arrived, and saw that Ethan had a gun on his hip, with a gold badge beside it. When they moved toward him, Detective Pezzimente waved them back, flashing his own badge.
“He’s a Fed,” he stated.
That seemed to work.
As Ethan did his thing, fighting for the woman, Gene answered him.
“Someone took shots at me when I was coming out of the copy shop. There were five, and they got damn close. She was behind me,” he stated.
They’d both exited the shop around the same time.
In front of them, Ethan was counting and breaking into a sweat.
As the ambulance pulled up, he glanced over.
“Get the media out of here,” he said, as he kept pumping away at her chest until one of the EMTs could assess the situation.
Dannie whistled, and the beat cops did what the Fed had asked.
They moved the people back and blocked the media from getting any film. This woman had a family, somewhere, and they didn’t need to see this without warning.
“Jesus Christ! You guys draw trouble,” Dannie stated.
Yeah, tell them about it.
“See if the media that was hanging out got anything on camera, or pictures,” Gene said, as a paramedic touched his arm, and he backed up from the body.
“How long has she been down?” the paramedic asked.
Gene glanced at his watch and his bloody hands.
“Five minutes,” he said.
The other paramedic stopped Ethan and touched the woman’s neck. The puddle of blood she was lying in was already starting to coagulate around her body.
“There’s too much blood,” the one paramedic said, rolling the woman to her side to check her wounds.
Through her back, there was a giant hole where the bullet went through her chest and exited out of her back. It did massive damage to her spine.
“She’s not coming back,” he stated. “Her cord is severed.”
