I sat at the diner with my food. It was the greatest burger I had ever had. Once I had finished my meal, I left the money I owed Rosy, and her tip underneath the salt shaker. I pulled my grey hood up and over my purple-streaked hair, for it had started pouring when I was eating. I ran to my car, and hurried in opening the door. I fumbled with the getting the key in the hole because the bead-fish my grandmother had given me was getting in the way.
I opened the door and climbed in quickly. I did not want to get soaping wet. I took my hood down and felt the top of my hair. "Damn," I muttered. It was all wet and damp. I put the key in the ignition and it took four times to get it started. I got it started and chugged out of the parking lot.
I went a ways down the street, into the downtown part of Willow Creek. I parked my car in front of a antiques store. I locked the car and went inside. A little chime chimed when I walked through the door. I was greeted by the smell of wood.
"Hello?" I called. I looked around the front of the store. They had a wooden dresser, a lttle sidetable, and wooden chairs that were carved by what I suspect was a very talented person.
I heard a bang in back. It sounded as if something had fallen. I followed my instinct and went back to the storeroom. I walk slowly behind the counter, and look through the strings of beads seperating me from the backroom. I swipe the beads away and look around the room. There was dressers and light stands and tables and chairs from wall to wall. I looked around the room for trhe source of the loud crash.
I found it to be a toppled over half finished chair. Underneath it was an unusual sight. There was a body underneath the chair. The was a tiny moan coming from the body.
I pulled the chair off of the body, which now I can tell is an elderly man. I got on the floor and looked into the mans face. His eyes were closed, I thought in pain.
"Sir, are you all right?" I asked him. He had given me a little moan. I felt something wet seep through my jeans. I looked down and saw red. I put my shaky fingers in the liquid and put it under my nose. It smelled like rust. Blood smells like rust. "Oh, dear god," I mutter. I put my shaky hand into my pocket, grab my phone, and shakly take it out. I flipped it open and dialed 9-1-1.
"What's your emergency?" the dispatcher said.
"I'm in the antiques store downtown. I-I don't know the name. But there's a man here and he's bleeding really bad. He needs medical attention now." I said into the reciever.
"Okay we are sending a patrol car and an ambulance right away." she said. I heard some typing in the background.
"Thank you." I close the phone and set it down. I look at the man and there is more blood coming out. I search the back side of the man and both sides and see no wounds. I decide to flip him over.
I take one side of him and slowly flip him over. I see the wound. The blood has stained his shirt near the stomach. I pull up the bottom of his gray t-shirt and look underneath it. There was a big gash across his stomach. I see the blood coming out and think that I needed to stop it. I look around the gash and see some dirt in it. That's not healthy, I think. I look around the room and spot a bottle of iodine. Just then I remember a class I took on First-Aide. The instructor said that iodine has a cleaning agent in it and can help clean wounds. I crawl over to the counter and take the bottle. I open it and lay it near the man. I look around for something clean to use on the wound. I take off my seatshirt, dirtied with blood, and take off my long-sleeved shirt. I have my tank underneath it and rip the shirt I just took off. I have tbe strip I tore along the bottom and wad it up. I grab the iodine and dump some into the torn strip. I then place it on the wound and start cleaning it. The body moans and groans underneath it. I just say to him, "I know it hurts, but you need it to be clean.
Once I have cleaned it, the smell of iodine and blood and sweat stench the air. I tie my shirt around the wound, and put pressure on it. I hold it there until the bleeding stops. Then afterward my hands and arms go limp. I wait for the ambulance to arrive.
