TITLE: MADAME THUNDERBOLT
GENRE: Contemporary Women's Fiction
4 November 1983
"He's not moving," I push back the dark hair from Glen's sweating forehead. It's cold. "Floz, he's bleeding from the mouth!"
"They've already called an ambulance."
"Some guy." Floz wrings his fedora with both hands. "I don't know, some guy in the club. Iz knows."
"Glen!" I cradle him and watch as blood soaks through his shirt and onto my arms and legs. "Floz, he's not moving!"
It's strange, but I register the flash of the ambulance lights before the cry of the siren, the alternating strobes of blue and red splashed on the blank walls outside the club.
"Miss, I'm gonna have to ask you to step out of the way."
Floz touches my shoulder.
"He won't answer me," I try to tell the EMT. My lungs can't seem to take in enough air. "Why won't he answer me?"
"Libby," Floz tugs at my arm.
"I wanna go with him." I look from Floz to the EMT, watching as they strap Glen onto a board. "Do you see? He's bleeding from the mouth!"
"We've got it under control."
"I wanna go with him. Floz, I wanna go with him, dammit!"
They load Glen's body through the back of the ambulance doors and I try to climb in. At first, I think I'll get shoved back and I'm ready to claw my way up. But then another EMT grabs my arm and hoists me in.
"Sit here," she says gruffly.