Chapter Eleven
I realized I was holding my breath, standing frozen, which wasn’t helpful for anyone. I hurried over to the figure, who I now realized was Rufus Mitchell. I put my hand on the side of his neck, feeling for a pulse. There was a very weak one so I called 911. The dispatcher walked me through doing chest compressions while I had my phone on speaker. I was grateful for the help because, although I was certified as all of us in the library were, I wanted to make sure I was doing everything right.
It looked like Rufus had a massive head injury, which I also mentioned to dispatch after I saw it in the dim light of the alley. They advised me not to move him so I left him where he was. After a few minutes, I heard an ambulance siren, which made waves of relief pour over me.
Then I
