Touch and Go

His footsteps echoed down the long title corridor.

I looked at the body, surrounded by blood and tins. Still breathing shallow breaths.

My legs flexed, longing to chase him. But the girl was still alive. She needed help.

I took out my phone and dialed.

"He's done it again! You need to get here now!"

I touched the girl's face, pale and clammy. This would be touch and go.

I picked up my bag and walked away.