"Brooke?"
I looked at the dashboard and nodded. Then I
went to the seat and started the engine.
Meanwhile, Crystal began pumping the man's
chest, counting up to fifteen and then blowing in two
more breaths before pumping again.
The older girl cried harder. Butterfly went to
her and tried to console her while the woman went to
her younger daughter, who looked like she was in
shock. Raven joined her and they all watched Crystal
work.
"I have no idea where I'm going," I muttered. I
drove until I saw a convenience store on a corner and
pulled up. "I'll find out where the closest hospital is," I
told them and ran out. There was only one customer in
the store and a short, gray- haired man with a dark
mustache at the counter. "We need a hospital
quickly," I cried.
"Hospital. Go down here two miles, make a
left, go five and when you come to the light, make a
right. About a mile in you'll start to see the signs.
What's wrong?" he asked.
"Heart attack," I said and charged out and into the vehicle. It wasn't hard to drive, but I hadn't taken the time to adjust the seat and my feet barely reached
he brakes. I tried fixing it as I drove off.
"How's he doing?" I asked.
"I think there's a pulse, but it's very weak,"
Crystal said. "Is it far?"
"No."
It was more difficult steering this vehicle than
the station wagon, and I almost missed the turn because I was going too fast. The tires squealed. My