After crossing the road i just rushed to the cafe.i wanted some warm glass of milk to scare away the cold that was already shaking me like i was nothing.
Upon reaching the doorstep i met a shock.the cafeteria door was locked and a man in a pool of blood was lying on the verandah
I bent low and put my palm on his left side of the chest to confirm pulse rates.At one of the many Red Cross workshops they had taught us to administer first aid.
He was breathing right.but he was in a comma.Even in that condition i could tell he was handsome with those sideburns and moustache.i was going to help this guy but i dont know how.
I flashed out my phone and asked for an ambulance and also talked to Amelia and Diana about the incident.they offered to escort me to the hosipital
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Pulse Rates
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