The security guard ran over to Ethan's side, immediately helped him up; Ethan was like having a brush with death, still shaken, with the guard's concerned questions echoing in his ears non-stop.
A security guard had already taken out a cellphone to call for an ambulance.
Ethan had lost a lot of blood, and his consciousness gradually became hazy and weak.
He didn't know how long he had been lying on the ground, it could have been five minutes, or maybe half an hour, when the characteristic siren of the ambulance sounded from afar, nearing.
Then, he was placed on a stretcher and lifted into a vehicle by medical personnel.
Once he put on the oxygen mask, he felt as if he had come back to life.
Ethan sat up, gripping the nurse's wrist firmly, repeatedly mumbling, "Someone wants to kill me! Someone's out to kill me!"
"Lie down first," the nurse soothed him non-stop: "We'll be at the hospital soon; there's no need to be scared."
