Incident On I-59 Part Ii

Ah be careful, so careful my friends be careful before you go getting involved Isn’t it strange how we sometimes get swept up swept and sucked into a life event by sheer chance? After attending to the baby, I glanced to my right and spotted something in the median grass Closer now, my stomach churning again A young Latino man laying on his side breathing fast and shallow, obviously in shock coughing up blood with little clumps in it... A biker and his girlfriend had stopped We called out to him, ”You okay? Hey, you okay?” (Yeah sure guys, just thought I'd catch a few winks) The next person to stop was an off-duty ER nurse (Stay here with him while I check on the others and whatever you do, DON’T try to move him!) ”Oh sh-t! I forgot, has anyone called 911 yet?” (I called, said a man in an orange jump suit) Rush hour traffic was starting to back up on both sides I would guess at least twenty minutes had passed... The young highway patrolman was calm and relaxed “Is an ambulance coming?” He nodded and pointed... At least a half mile away we saw the flashing lights but the median bank was too steep to drive down (You two are going to have to help me with the traffic Divert everyone out of the left, northbound lane) Absolute chaos... Some drivers got confused and stopped The biker and I started waving and shouting which of course, only made matters worse One grouchy old fart laid on his horn and cussed (We flipped him a sign that had little to do with peace) 45 minutes and counting... The ambulance had to park on the shoulder Two sweating, rather nervous looking ladies rushed to the back and pulled out a stretcher (Would you two gentleman mind giving us a hand?) They immediately escorted us to the young man, took out a weird contraption with a tube and a bulb and inserted the tube end down his throat into his stomach (Find something to put under his head while you pump!) “You got anything on your bike?” (Uh-uh, don’t think so) My wife’s blue denim jacket was laying in the back seat “Sh-t! I’m gonna RUIN the damn thing! Oh well...” We took turns pumping. I kept turning my head away (You okay bro?) “Just a little queasy” (Yeah, me too...)