There he is! she thought. He looked like a crumpled ragdoll. She ran toward him. Her cellphone clutched in her hand, she'd dialed a number.
"911. Dispatch. What is your emergency? Hello. Are you there?" The voice said.
"Yes. Yes. I'm here. Someones laying on the ground staring up at the sky, maybe hes dead."
"Where are you, ma'am? What is your location?"
"Just south of the railroad tracks at Washington and 45th Street. Please hurry."
"Help is on the way. Is the person breathing or is there blood anywhere?"
I...yes. No. I don't know."
"Did you see anything happen? "
"No, but I heard some screams just minutes before, and there's blood on the tracks." She couldn't be there when they arrived, yet she couldn't leave him there like that, but she had to.
"Maa'm, this is important. Do you see blood anywhere?"
Hello? What is your name and do you know the person?"
"You're starting to break up. Hello? Can you hear me? Hello?" She said just before pushing the off button and shoved the phone into her body wallet.
Kneeling, she lifted his wrist, then touched his neck, checked for a pulse. He looked like a sheet of paper. If it was there, it was faint and there was hope. "Wake up, sweetie, "she whispered over him, pressing on his chest. " One, two, three."
Her mouth hovered over his then hesitated. "Poison! Oh god. No!"
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