Cissie stood frozen in shock. Her hands covered her mouth holding back a scream of terror. Time stood still. The next flash released Scott from the outlet, the letter opener flying loose with his break from the wall.
Cissie leaned forward to touch him, to see if he was still alive. A fierce wind whipped around her stopping her movement.
No. Don’t touch him. Not yet.
“Cal, let me help him,” she pleaded with tears streaming down her face..
Don’t risk yourself. Wait until the next flash passes then you may touch him.
Her mind couldn’t release the sight of him, back bowed , facial muscles rigid, arms and legs askew while he jerked like a live wire coming from the wall outlet.
Sobbing, Cissie searched her pockets for her cell phone. She didn’t even like Scott but no one deserved this. His body had settled, lay still on the hard wood floor. She grabbed a pillow from the settee in the foyer to place under his head.
When Cal finally let her touch the rigid handyman on the floor in front of her, it took a few moments to realize it might be a while before help arrived. She began CPR. He had no pulse, but she’d heard during her CPR training the most important thing was to keep the blood circulating until help could arrive. She pushed down in the center of this chest, rapid forceful movements sending the blood from his damaged heart to the limp limbs. She stopped every two minutes or so to provide what she hoped would be life saving air into his lungs. Basically she was revolted by the mouth to mouth. Even though she knew it might be the difference between life and death, she simply didn’t want to go there. Too much like kissing. And she would never kiss Scott. Not in this life or the next.
She continued her lifesaving efforts until she thought her arms would fall off in exhaustion. Her back ached, she was breathless and the tingles from shoulder to wrist made her believe she’d done the CPR all wrong.
As the flashing lights of the rescue squad barreled up the drive, she finally burst into tears of exhaustion. Cal enveloped her in a cloud of cool calm. Don’t cry. You did everything you could to help him.
She turned as if she would place her head on Cal’s shoulder when she realized he was close to full materialization for the first time in their relationship.
She drew back in shock as the paramedics burst through the front door, flashlight beams dancing over the entryway.