She needs help. Call 911
Who cares what this lady has to say, she’s covered in blood. She’s clearly lost too much and if I start moving her around, I’ll only make it worse.
Instead, I take her hand and squeeze it, while fishing my phone out of my pocket. There’s a voicemail from Katie, but it’ll have to wait. I dial 911, murmuring assurances to the woman.
I give the operator on the phone my name and location. She asks about the attacker, but I don’t have anything helpful to add there. This alleyway is empty. I can see a door at the end leading into the back of a building, but I’m not sure where that goes or even if anyone went that way.
And the street running in front of my apartment is eerily quiet. There is no one in either direction.
The operator informs me help is on the way. “May
