Nothing came out.
Her mouth moved, then she winced and pressed harder against her chest.
“Can you hear me?”
She nodded once.
Barely.
I was close enough then to see sweat on her upper lip.
Close enough to see that her skin had gone that awful gray color people get when something inside them is going terribly wrong.
“Do you need an ambulance?” I asked.
She tried again to speak.
Then her knees buckled.
I lunged forward and caught her under the arms before she hit the ground.
“Hey. Hey. Stay with me.”
Her body felt heavier than I expected.
Not heavy like weight.
Heavy like helplessness.
I eased her down onto the grass beside the sidewalk and pulled out my phone so fast I nearly dropped it.
The dispatcher answered.
I gave the location.
Told them she had chest pain, trouble breathing, possible heart attack.
The dispatcher asked if she was conscious.
