I
was in some building, a cross between an office building for work and
some kind of school building, with dormitories on some floors,
classrooms and offices on others. I waited for the elevator to go up.
The doors opened and an unconscious man fell out, his body curled
fetally across the threshold. I took him by the shoulders and looked at
him. Blood was coming from somewhere. I shouted over my shoulder at some
people, “Call 911! Call 911!” full of purpose, feeling like I was doing
the right thing.
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