Aelia screamed. The secretary screamed some more. The man gasped, screamed, and spat up water all at once.
“Call an ambulance,” Aelia repeated. Her voice at least sounded like her voice. “I’m Aelia Hartman. I know I look - funny, sure - but this is the guy who just tried to drown me. I fought back. He’s breathing but I’m worried about him. Please call 911.”
The secretary, staring, pulled out her phone and dialed 911. Once she had gotten through the phone call - full of shaky words and not a small amount of gibbering - she looked at Aelia again. “Are you really-”
“Yeah, sorry. I don’t know what happened.” She poked the man in the chest. “You. Stay there. You need medical attention, and also, I think you’re a murderer.”
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