Call 911, and go to work

"Mr Caleb, Oh my God!" she said, holding her hand to her mouth. Faye quickly pulled out her cellphone. "Yes, 911? There is an emergency..."she said, giving them all of the details. A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived. The EMTs quickly loaded him onto the stretcher.

"Thanks, Miss. You probably saved a life today." one of them said before quickly entering the passenger door and shutting it. Her heart was racing when they tore down the alley. Sister Mary Ellen burst out of the door, her lovely face full of concern.

"Faye...are you alright?" she asked, hugging the shaking teenager. "Oh, dear. Oh, dear... Listen; why don't you go along. I know you have to work later this morning anyway. Might as well get a few hours to calm yourself down." she said. Faye looked up at her; the calm visage of the nun comforting her.

"Thank you, Sister. I...I don't know what to think about this. I've never seen someone...like that." Faye said. The nun held her closely.

"There there, dear. There there. I'll attend to the unfortunates today. Run along. I'll handle things here." she said. Faye blinked back a tear, and nodded.

An hour later, she was walking down the street. Her head was still throbbing. She didn't want to go to work today, but she had to pay for her college somehow. "It's not fair." she thought. "I'm 19 years old, I volunteer at the worst soup kitchen in town, am a straight A student, and just because my parents make so much, I'm not eligible for financial aid; so I have to work at..."