“Jesus f**k, guys!” Sophie shouts. “PERSON! NOT BREATHING! RIGHT HERE! Sorry,” she tells the operator, turning her mouth back to the scroll.
“Yeah. Yeah, of course,” Aaron answers Sophie and joins us on the floor, looking only too happy to break off from the standoff.
He nudges Rand’s girlfriend experimentally.
The seizing’s stopped. Now she’s not moving at all.
He tries lifting her head, and she takes in a soggy gasp that must drag a lot of bile into her lungs, but she doesn’t wake up.
“Okay. Okay, I got this.”
He lifts her gently over his shoulder and manages to get back to his feet on the first try, spilling a long streak of vomit down his back where her head hangs.
“Hey,” Rand starts toward him again. “Get your hands off-”
“I thought you didn’t want to talk to the cops,” Aaron
