Color faded on JC's panic-stricken face.
'No, no, no! Miss, don't die on me.' He checked the lady's carotid pulse using his two fingers. He can barely feel it. She is not breathing as well.
"Help! Somebody help us!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. He started doing chest compressions. 'C'mon, miss, you can do this!' He thought. This is not the first time he performed CPR but this is the first time where he felt so nervous that his heart was about to
Come out of his chest.
Soon, there were bystanders that took notice of what is going on and gathered around the two. Their faces showed shock and their eyes grim at the sight of the lady this young man was trying to revive.
JC continued giving her CPR. After 30 compressions, he needed to give her mouth to mouth resuscitation. He quickly positioned her to a head thrust-chin lift position, pinched her nose and opened her mouth. As his face was inching closer to the lady' mouth..
*Pakk!*
JC was stunned. 'What just happened?' He thought to himself while recovering from the slap that almost took him out. Red marks obviously seen on his left face. He was taken aback by the most intense stare he had even gotten in his entire life.