I wanted desperately to turn, to run, to get out of there and tell myself I hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary. I wanted Mindy not to be lying on the floor, unconscious. For one tiny moment, I was very, very angry with her for letting this happen. Why hadn’t she been more careful? Because she didn’t know she was supposed to be, came the answer. Because you, Tory, didn’t warn her. I knelt to see if she was breathing. When I was sure that she was, I checked for blood, expecting it to be pooling under her head. There was no blood. And no visible marks of any kind, except that her lips seemed to be bluish. I did open my mouth again, and this time a cry for help came out. Then another, and another. In just seconds, people entered and began milling around, barking out orders: Call a doctor, call an ambulance, get a pillow, give her air, give her air. I stood up. Mindy had plenty of help now. What I wanted to know was how she’d landed on her back on the floor in the first place.
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