The horns blared, the people screamed, the sirens wailed and I sat. I sat and I watched too shocked to do anything.
An ambulance had arrived, and the medics had quickly determined which one of the two of us needed urgent care and attention. They wheeled his unconscious body into the ambulance, already attending to the gaping neck wound. Amongst his many wounds was a busted lower lip, a swollen left eye, a gash on the head and an assortment of smaller sized cuts from the exploding glass, some had bits of glass still inside.
I sat in the corner, not saying a word, and watched as they took off his now blood stained jacket, then his dress shirt, revealing a heart beating weakly and unsteadily in his chest. His skin had taken on an unhealthy pallor and there seemed to be a bone poking out, a
