I was only gone for a minute. I was at the public pool with a group of 8 years old's. I told the other councillor to watch Emma, Max and Lucas. I saw Max and Emma standing out of the water still. To still for there age. I saw them looking down at a body. It was Lucas. I yelled to get the lifeguards attention, but he was almost dead.
I fliped him over and draged him to the shallow end where the lifegaurd was running to. He started to do CPR. We told Emma to go to the office and get help. Then we told Max to get the difibrulater. Emma came back and said that they called 911 and that it was good that we started CPR straight away. The councillor that i told to watch the kids said "i was briefly looking at them. You were only gone for two minutes."
It took me a minute to catch my breath. I needed time to recap all that was before me. I was shocked at how he was dying right in front of me. I started break down in tears. My face started to turn pale and I almost passed out. Seeing Lucas that way, unconscious, barely breathing at all. All i could think about was losing him, and how the lifegaurd would cope if we lost him. We both took a deep breath hoping that he would come around.
When the ambulance finally got there we were thankful, there was some hope. The lifeguard turn me and said "I hope he makes it, I know how much he means to you." I started to cry, deap down I felt miserable. This was the one time I felt, feelings too hard to understand, even for me. I was on the verge of going into shock myself.
