He was unconscious. I was afraid to touch him because I didn’t know how badly beaten he was, and didn’t want to make it worse. I knew that if a person has an injury to the spine, they have to be moved very carefully. I bent down close and put my fingers near his mouth. He was still breathing. I felt his wrist. His pulse seemed normal, maybe a bit slow. When my fingers brushed against his face, they came away wet. Blood. But it was dark in the shanty. I couldn’t see well. One thing I did know: he needed an ambulance. He had to go to the hospital now. “Los. I’ll be right back.” I knew he couldn’t hear me. I went outside. The small crowd had split up, and there were just a couple of people hanging around. They stared at me suspiciously. The old men still sat on the bench. I approached them. “I have to get an ambulance. Can you tell me how?” The old men looked sympathetic, but shook their heads. I didn’t know if they were shaking them because they didn’t know how, or because they didn’t speak English.
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