Touch and Go
His footsteps echoed down the long title corridor.
I looked at the body, surrounded by blood and tins. Still breathing shallow breaths.
My legs flexed, longing to chase him. But the girl was still alive. She needed help.
I took out my phone and dialed.
"He's done it again! You need to get here now!"
I touched the girl's face, pale and clammy. This would be touch and go.
I picked up my bag and walked away.