"Her skin was a shade lighter than pale alabaster, and the blood just kept gushing out her nose and into her open mouth. I crouched over her, placing my first two fingers of my left hand on the side of her throat, searching for a pulse. I waited. And waited. There. There it was, weak and soft. I tilted her chin up and started to do my best to clean the blood out of her mouth. As I began to clear her airways, her breathing became more pronounced.