The man claws at his throat, red and silent, nothing coming up. Her hand clamps on your wrist. 'Do not hit him. I am a nurse. It is stuck in his food pipe, not his airway, he can still breathe, you will only crack a rib.' He is staring at you, and you cannot tell if that is air he is dragging in or just panic. Every second you spend deciding is a second he does not get back. Standing still is not neutral here, it is one of the ways this ends.
The Table Beside You