I stepped onto the bus. It was weird seeing all of these people unconscious. Suddenly, I heard someone moaning.
"Aghhh," the person moaned.
I examined the bus carefully until I spotted the boy who was making that sound.
"Help me please, Skye," Alex pleaded.
I nodded. He was bleeding badly. I searched other peoples' back packs until I found some old gym shirts. I ripped it up into little strips and carefully wrapped it around his leg. Then I did the same to my own injured leg. Then I ran outside and grabbed two strong pieces of wood to make a splint.
"Thank you," he whispered. Then he closed his eyes.
I smiled. Then I realized with a horror that he was no longer breathing. I checked his pulse. I couldn't find it. I started to panic, then I tried to calm myself down.
Focus, Skye. I scolded myself. His life is in your hands!
I thought back to my CPR classes and immediately started the routine. Five minutes later he finally gasped in a breath and I sighed with relief.
"What happened?" he managed to cough out.
I just pointed to him and gave him a thumbs up. That was all I could manage. I wasn't ready to talk just yet. Maybe I will eventually. Maybe not.