Thirty-One
Please Be OK
I shake and shake and shake him, but he won’t wake up. “Rupert … Rupert, please!” I lean close to his nose. He’s still breathing. Ear against his chest as I check his wrist for a pulse. His heart beats, but faint and slow. His face is deathly pale, his hands cold. I again press my head to his chest to make sure I don’t need to start CPR before screaming for help.
“Rupert, please, wake up,” I say, patting his cheek. He groans but won’t open his eyes. “I’m going for help. Please, please do not die on me!”
I run out the front and scream so hard and so loud, something gives in my neck. “Finaaaaaaan! FINAAAAAAN! Help me!” I fumble around my pockets for my phone but remember I gave it to Finan to plug in. I scream again, knowing I can’t run across the field and leave
