Undercover Cover Blown

He lie on the floor on his back. People crowded around exclaiming, wondering what to do. I shoved my way in, dropping to my knees beside him. I loosened the collar of his shirt, pressed my fingers to his neck for a pulse, and finding one, noted his face beginning to swell.

I dug in his pants pockets. He wore cargoes, so there were a lot of them. "Come on, where is it?"

The crowd were now in a circle 2 deep. Finally in his left leg pocket I found his epi pen, jammed it into his leg. The people gasped. After several moments, I checked for a pulse again, prepared to start rescue breaths and chest compressions, his lips barely a blueish hue. "Breathe!" I yelled at him.

I was leaning over him, undoing shirt buttons, as he gasped. The crowd cheered. His eyes fluttered open.

"Did we get her?" he croaked.

"Next time I have to climb all over you, we'd better be naked," I growled. "And she got away."

He groaned. "Almost had her."

"I almost lost you." I refrained from hitting him.

"Maybe next time."

Maybe.