Professor Dearest
he shouts.
A pulse of adrenaline kicks in, and I rush toward the guy, kneeling down by his side. “Where does it hurt?”
He clutches his chest, breathing rapidly and unable to speak. I check his pulse quickly, finding it at his neck. It’s racing too fast and there’s no doubt he’s going into cardiac arrest. “I need a defibrillator, this man is going into cardiac arrest,” I shout, pumping my hands up and down on his chest.