By the time Tasha got back with Mr. Coleman and the paramedics, the man was still slumped against the dumpster, eyes fluttering.
“Heart attack,” one of the EMTs muttered as they loaded him into the ambulance. “She might’ve saved his life, this one.”
Tasha looked down, cheeks pink.
She wasn’t trying to be a hero. She just couldn’t walk away.
Mr. Coleman patted her shoulder. “You did real good, Tasha.”
And then, just as the ambulance doors closed, the man reached out a shaky hand. The medic paused. Tasha stepped forward.
The man looked her in the eyes, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Thank you… angel,” he murmured. “You remind me… of someone I lost.”
Tasha blinked.
Then the doors shut, and the ambulance disappeared into the night.
