Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Flynn was vaguely aware of how hard his boots hit the pavement as he ran full pelt down the road. His eyes were fixed on the shape of the sergeant, sitting slumped against a wall.
At the speed Flynn ran, it was a struggle to stop when he reached him.
“Sarge!” he called out, dropping in front of him. “Graham, can you hear me?”
The sergeant’s hand, which had been loosely clutching his walkie talkie, fell away as Flynn felt for a pulse.
Swiftly, he moved him onto his back. Both of their radios emitted chatter from the control room.
Flynn pressed the button on his own walkie talkie. “This is PC Grainger. I’ve found Sergeant Proctor. He’s unresponsive. I suspect a cardiac arrest. Send an ambulance immediately. I’m starting CPR now.”
With the message received, he mentally blocked out further response from the control room and focused on counting chest compressions.