The assailant tried to fight me, but he was exhausted from the beating he gave the victim. So he took a weak swing at me, turned around, and ran away as soon as he heard my friend talking on the phone.
As I turned around, I couldn’t believe it. The victim’s face was barely human. It was flat, covered in blood, his shoulder / chest area had a large laceration from the top to just above the nipple. Each breath he took bubbled with blood gushing out of his mouth. You could hear him moaning. It was just awful. I didn’t want to risk doing too much without much knowledge of first aid, so I just took off my shirt and tried to cover up the laceration on his shoulder with some pressure.
Police came. Fire Fighters. Ambulances.
I don’t remember much of what was asked of me by the police, or how long we were asked to stick around. The victim was quickly taken to the hospital. I still don’t know what happened to him. I like to think he survived, but those injuries were gory.
But it really was traumatizing just seeing someone an inch away from death; much like the girl you found with multiple life-threatening injuries. Those things are very difficult to forget.