- Jessica Greenberg
A thick, creamy, pale yellow froth spilled out of his mouth and pooled on the light blue cotton bed sheets as my teenaged frame shoved at his two-hundred-pound unmoving body, hands pushing into the warm flesh on the left side of his back until I had heaved the gigantic boulder onto his right side. I picked up the wireless phone again. "Okay, I did it," I said into the receiver, and described the new pool of yellow fluid. The python tightened its vise. But the emergency operator assured me I had done the best thing for him and that the ambulance was on its way.
The EMTs arrived within a few minutes after I hung up from the 911 call, and I led them upstairs to the slumbering rock. They pulled off the comforter, and, with the help of the bed sheet below him, they hoisted his body up and onto the stretcher, naked. The python's grip eased but my stomach felt heavy. I thanked them for coming and told them I'd follow the ambulance. "No problem," the woman said, looking at me. "I'm sure we’ll be here again."