My heart was pounding so hard, panicking while trying to keep my mind focused on the situation. I tried to check his pulse, but my gloves were too thick to feel a weak pulse. I had to remove it despite trembling as my eyes started to tear up in fright and my head got dizzy while my stomach was turning upside-down.
I instinctively yawned a few times, fighting my urge to throw up as I touched his neck, checking for a pulse but found nothing. I had to perform a consecutive set of chest compressions followed by an artificial ventilation by blowing the air into his lungs through his mouth simultaneously until he regains his heartbeat and breath.
By that time, I totally shook aside my fear of males for the time being as the fright of seeing someone die in front of me, overwhelmed me like hell subconsciously directing me on saving the patient.