“Excuse me. I can help. Make way,” I announced as I pushed to where the fellow lay.
“Move back; the lad needs fresh air,” I ordered the crowd.
“Can you talk?” I asked him. He nodded.
“Good. Can you recall what happened?” I inquired. The onlookers gazed.
“I remember feeling weak and dizzy,” he replied.
“Have you drunk water today?”
“I had coffee this morning. Does that count?” he kidded.
“Someone please get him some water; he’s dehydrated,” I yelled.
“Are you a doctor?” he uttered.
“If reading the book ‘Where There Is No Doctor’ counts, then yes,” I joked.