Does unintentionally killing matter?
Hero ran and tackled Elle and she fell back hard. The other girls and interns rushed into the room, the girls tried to restrain Elle while the guys tried to find out if JZ was alright. “Flip her face-down and sit on her!” commanded Xiao Li.
“JZ wasn’t trying to kill you! He loves you!” shouted Hero.
“Taking…all…the…air…from…my…lungs…was…killing…me…like…what…you’re…doing…now,” Elle struggled to say as she tried to push her chest off the ground as much as possible. “If…Chinese…people…show…they…love…you…by…killing…you…then…I… don’t…want…to…be…loved…by…any…Chinese…person….”
CeeCee translated. “Chinese people don’t show their love by killing those they love,” said CeeCee in a calm voice, trying to calm Elle down.
“I…don’t…believe…he…loves…me….I…already…told…him…” Elle’s face hit the hardwood floor and she was still.
Xiao Li put a finger under Elle’s nostrils. “She’s not breathing! QUICK! Get off!” They quickly got off of the girl and rolled her on her back. They waited for her to take a big breath, but she did not. She put her finger under Elle’s nostrils again and she was still not breathing. “Guys, do you see her breathing?”
They looked at Elle’s chest for a few seconds, then looked back at Xiao Li and shook their heads with wide eyes.
“Oh shit! What do we do? What do we do?” Xiao Li hastily questioned everyone in the room in panic-mode. Nobody had an answer. “You can do CPR,” said JZ with pain.
“Has she recovered from the last CPR you gave her?” CeeCee asked quickly.
“CeeCee has a good point,” said Shen. “You don’t want to accidentally crack her ribs that could then puncture her internal organs, causing her to bleed out.”
“Then what do you suggest?” asked JZ.
“Our best option is probably to give her mouth-to-mouth.”
“You said humans don’t breathe in CO2.”
“We do it to inflate her lungs. If she’s not breathing, it might-”
JZ dragged himself against the floor to Elle’s lifeless body, pinched her nostrils together, and moved her chin down. He placed his mouth on hers, without a doubt, and gave a deep exhale. He looked to see if she was breathing on her own after every try. After several attempts, CeeCee quietly said, “Maybe she won’t wake up, because her lungs were too damaged from air pollution. She hasn’t been wearing a surgical mask since the first time she had to go to the hospital. Maybe she got worse with high stress.”
“DON’T SAY THAT!” he yelled. “SHE FIGHTS UNTIL SHE CAN FIGHT NO MORE!”
After several more tries, they all saw and heard Elle take a deep breath. “Will she do it again?” they all thought. She does. She placed her hand over her stomach and slowly opened her eyes.
She saw the receptionist, Hero, CeeCee, a Chinese woman with glasses in her forties, and JZ. Elle looked for something familiar to remind her of where she was. She sat up and remembered that she was in her new apartment. She put on her expressionless face, stood up and walked to her luggage. JZ dragged himself to the door. She took her purse, and headed toward the door.
“Where are you going?” asked Hero, CeeCee, and JZ.
Elle did not reply. JZ mustered his strength and tightly grabbed her ankle. She shook her leg but he did not let go. She released her belongings, lowered herself and put her knee against his neck, and pressed the weight of her knee on his throat. She asked him in her dark tone, “Do you want die, bitch?”
He nodded his head and kept his eyes on her cold, dead eyes.
“Good,” she said with dark satisfaction, lifted her knee ready to attack. Two interns by JZ quickly grabbed onto Elle’s black wings and pulled her out into the hallway. She grunted in pain and tried to break away by swinging her arms like she was punching someone in front of her.
“Grab her legs,” yelled one of the interns, and the remaining one by JZ sped. Elle kicked him back and he fell on his tail bone. To her right, she yanked the intern’s shirt over her head and swung him, his body was in mid-air, and dropped where she had let go. She did the same thing with the other one. She took several steps in the opposite direction of the interns, with her feet and legs grounded, she got into a martial arts stance. She was trying to control her heavy breathing and waited for them to attack.
“Guys!” shouted a loud male voice in the apartment. “Don’t be stupid! Let her go!” shouted Shen. He walked slowly and nudged Elle’s belongings to her, stepped back, and waved good-bye. Elle looked at him suspiciously, then at the others not coming at her, let a bit of her guard down, slowly got her stuff, left in the opposite direction of the elevator, then disappeared behind the door.
JZ gathered all his strength and limped after her.