...I swung the door open, knelt down and cupped my hand hard over the wound to slow the bleeding, but the gushing had already stopped. I felt for ...
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...I swung the door open, knelt down and cupped my hand hard over the wound to slow the bleeding, but the gushing had already stopped. I felt for a pulse. Not like they do in the movies, for half a second, but for centuries. I felt his wrist, his carotid, his wrist again, nothing, nothing. His eyes weren't blinking or focusing, and his heart had quit pumping. I sat beside him, pressing my hand against his throat, telling him not to die, trying to push life back into him....
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