Chapter 43: Being exhausted

My ankle hurts a lot, but right now that's not what worries me. I walk with the support of everything until I reach Esteban's father. I try to remember over and over again the first aid steps they taught me at the academy.

I'm sweating profusely because of everything that has happened and what will surely happen if I don't remember the correct first aid steps. Viktor already called the ambulance, notifying me that he would be there in ten minutes. Minutes that Esteban's father may not have.

Aninka is screaming her head off, clinging to her father.

I ask for space and begin to perform the steps I could remember. He looks sweaty and a little cold. I put my ear close to his heart, noticing that it is not beating. Concern is palpable in the place.

Without thinking twice, I begin to perform CPR.

Fear is reflected in each of us. I am more than anyone else. Not because I have no clear knowledge of what I am doing. Since in the academy we were taught several times this first aid. What I am af