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This past Saturday the missus and I came upon an accident (pic related).
I directed the driver of the car to return to his vehicle; he didn't need to see the scene.
The motorcyclist was face down in the street; his helmet keeping his nose off the asphalt. He looked at us and blinked when we asked him to. His breathing was fast becoming shallow. I grabbed his wallet (in b4 nigged an accident victim) and got his name. There were now 6 or 7 people around yelling at him to keep fighting, to not fall asleep, to blink.
His pulse was so weak ...then undetectable. We log rolled him and started chest compressions. As I looked into his eyes, urging him to keep on, to blink and let me know he was still with us, he locked his gaze with me and gave me two blinks... He broke his gaze and I yelled at him to not give up. He looked back at me. His eyes dilated and froze as if he was looking into a reverse sun. I closed and opened his eyes. His pupils were fixed. His ghost had gone.
I told the others. Showed my wife. Her years working in neurosurgery told her the score.
I held his head steady with my left hand placing my right on the now third anon to give chest compressions. He's gone I told the anon.
WE CANT JUST GIVE UP ON HIM! anon screamed.
OK, resetting my hands to stabilize the head and neck I said, let's go let's do this.
I looked at anon. His face was helplessness and panic. Anon was becoming winded. Sweat and tears were falling on the corpse. My wife told anon to take a break. She took over compressions.
Anon stepped away. Everyone but the wife and me had backed away, looking at us and the corpse. The firetruck was pulling up over the hill. I looked at my wife to tell her we could stop. She pursed her lips and cut her eyes at the gawking bystanders. We were working so everyone else there did not have hope die.
I shook my head to the negative at the approaching fireman. The corpse began to convulse. The fireman kneeled and we gave him the run down. He looked at the thrashing corpse, us "trying" to save the man, and the surrounding crowd. With a sad smile he took over compressions. The other emergency personnel filled in. As they wrapped the collar around his neck I let go. The corpse's now bare top was covered in medical leads and a mixture of professional and jailhouse tattoos.
I looked over and saw the driver of the car distraught sitting alone. We approached, took his hands, hugged, and told him the other guy was being looked after. They had him on the way to the hospital and would do their best.
This anon had no one there nor anyone that was answering his phone calls. We stayed with him. I ran to a nearby restaurant, bought a grilled chicken breast for his dog, and got him a little bowl of water. Over the next three hours us and the dog consoled anon while the crime scene investigators did their job. Finally a chaplain showed up and broke th
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