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This was not how Wilbur had hoped his day would go. He had just been walking throughout Londons’ streets when someone in front of him collapsed. For some odd reason, Wilbur felt like he had met this person before?.
Shit. He had been standing, hesitant, for longer than he should be instead of calling for help. The strangers on the streets began to surround the teenager, but it seemed like no one knew what to do.
Wilbur checked his surroundings abruptly, and when the scene seemed safe enough he scurried to the teenager who lay still on the ground. Wilbur could visually see the discolouration of their skin, and the lack of motion through the chest. They weren’t breathing, they weren’t breathing.
Wilbur cursed under his breathe, and turned to face an adult near him and commanded to fetch any AED nearest. Wilbur kept his eyes on the person until they disappeared from his sight, and turned back to the unconscious teenager laying before him.
Wilbur sucked in a breathe and brought his left hand to their nose, forcefully cutting of the airway present. He parted the lips of whoever this person was, and delivered a breathe of air. Wilbur did a second breathe, but then quickly began compressions.
Wilbur’s knees began to burn as he forced his body over this child’s own. His back, too. He gave an easy 30 compressions by remembering a song Phil had taught him long ago. The sweat on his face beaded down his body, sweat along his neck, sweat along his forehead, even sweat encasing his arms.
Around when he finished the first 30 compressions, the man who fetched an AED returned. To Wilbur’s luck, he held a box labeled A-E-D on the front.
The body wasn’t responding as he began his second set of compressions. Staying Alive, Staying Alive ran through his head in a harsh tone he recognised as Phil’s voice. He wished his father were here still.
As much as Wilbur wanted to snatch the AED out of this person’s hands, he really couldn’t stop compressions. He waited until the man stepped forward.
Wilbur gave a commanding Come Here. The man handed the AED to Wilbur, who took it and opened it as fast as he could manage.
Wilbur tore open the shirt of the teenager, and placed the two pads against his chest and his side. The AED stirred awake, and started giving commands.
Wilbur wasn’t ready, for any of this really. Especially not when the AED started shouting SHOCK NEEDED.
He didn’t think that such a young male needed to be shocked, but he had been doing compressions for well over half an hour and they still weren’t responding.
Wilbur pushed the red button that flashed, and out of his peripheral he noticed the limp body of the teenager raised just slightly.
The AED then told Wilbur to begin compressions, and so he did.
After Wilbur did another 60 compressions with breathes, the paleness in their face began to fade. Their chest started rising and falling on its own.
Wilbur let out drastically long sigh, while finishing his last set compressions hands-only.
Ambulance sirens blared as they neared.
Thank the gods, Wilbur thought.
As the person beneath him began to flutter their eyes, Wilbur pulled himself off and pushed his glasses back up.
“What is your name, mate.” Wilbur tapped the shoulder of whomever he saved.
With a long minute to spare, they responded.
“I- T-Tommy.”
Wilbur could barely hear it, but he managed to understand. He asked another question, but there would be no response as Tommy began to flutter his eyes shut.
“No, no. You can’t go back asleep ‘til the-” Wilbur cut himself off, and raised his hand and smacked Tommy hard against the cheek. Unsurprisingly, Tommy awoke again. Maybe Wilbur shouldn’t have smacked him so hard?.
The sirens crept closer and closer, and soon enough Tommy was in an ambulance with Wilbur at his side. The nurse said that it would be best if he stayed behind, but Wilbur needed to see to Tommy’s safety.
WILBUR SOOT-WATSON
Saved the life of Tommy Simons on the streets of London, England through successful CPR and shock provided by AED.
To be congratulated
for best citizen of the year