“Help! Someone help me!” Pedro screamed, looking back at the restaurant. He was just a college student; he didn’t know how to revive someone. The woman’s skin was pale, clammy. The kids were sobbing in the back, paralyzed by fear.
Pedro held the woman upright, trying to find a pulse, his own hands shaking uncontrollably. He felt helpless. He had stopped the car, but he couldn’t stop what was happening to her heart.
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Then, the restaurant doors burst open. Customers who had seen the commotion were running toward him. But these weren’t just random bystanders. In a twist of fate that defies probability, the people eating breakfast that morning were exactly who needed to be there.
Two men in t-shirts ran faster than the rest. They were off-duty firefighters, and with them was a paramedic.
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