Two heroes
The server dropped like a lead balloon. Virgil's body moved instinctively, ripping off the confining suit jacket as he went. Virgil had started CPR before the room had registered that anything was amiss. He shouted for help as ribs broke. The lavishly dressed attendees regard him curiously. Virgil bent to force air into the man.
"Would it kill you to help people?"
A waitress barged into the circle, phone pressed to her ear, as a grumble of 'how rude' swept through the crowd.
"I need an ambulance…"
Virgil thanked the woman as the ambulance departed.
"You're the hero, not me."
