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No good deed

Mary McDonald

CHAPTER ONE

The baby floated face down in the tub. The image hadnt changed, not that Mark Taylor expected it to. Not yet anyway. He tucked the photo in his back pocket and trotted down the steps from the L platform. With any luck at all, the next time he looked, the baby would be fine. He skirted around an old lady tottering in his path and glanced at his watch.

All he had to do was find the apartment, convince the mom that he wasnt a nut case, or worse-a peeping tom-just because he knew that her phone would ring and distract her from bathing her daughter. Yep. Nothing complicated. Just get in, alert the mom, and get out. Five minutes. Tops. Mark jogged, cursing under his breath at the rush of people heading towards the train station. The crowd thinned, and he broke into a sprint, his breath exploding out in a cloud of white.

Cars blocked the crosswalk, trapped there when the light turned red. Shit. He paced left, then right, willing the light to change. To hell with it. He darted into the street, ignoring the blasting horns. It wasnt like the cars could advance anyway. He stumbled when one bumped his thigh, or he bumped it. He wasnt sure which and didnt have time to find out. Limping, he raced on.

Mid-block, he slowed to read the address numbers set above the entrance of an apartment building. This was the one. He pivoted and took the short flight of concrete steps two at a time and tugged at the door. Locked. Of course.

Bracing his hands on the door, he panted. Think. There had to be a way in. He wouldnt fail. Not this time.

He swiped his hand down a panel of numbered call buttons, not caring who answered as long as someone let him in. Come oncome on.

Who is it?

Hey buddy, I forgot my key. It was the first thing that came to him and it didnt work. The next lie didnt either. Unable to think up a plausible story, he resorted to the truth on the fourth response. Its an emergency! Life or death.

Maybe his voice sounded as desperate as he felt, or maybe the person didnt give a damn-whatever the reason, the guy let him in. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the dimness. It was the second floor. He was sure of that. The dream played in his head like a movie, showing him the silver number twenty-two nailed to the door.

There was an elevator, but it was on the fifth floor. He spotted the stairs and flew up them, grabbing the railing to make the tight turn up to the second flight. It occurred to him that the door to the hallway might be locked, but luck was on his side this time, and it opened. Bent in a runners stance, hands on knees, he huffed and glanced at the number on the door nearest him. Twenty-three. He guessed left and turned in that direction. He raised his hand to knock, but froze when an anguished scream raised the hairs on the back of his neck.

Christy!

Startled, he stumbled back, bumping against the wall opposite the door. He was too late. He spun and slammed the side of his fist against the wall, a curse ready to explode off his tongue, when he heard fumbling at the door behind him.

Help me! Someone!

At the desperate plea, he lunged to the closed door. Hello? You okay? He knew it was a stupid question. Of course things werent okay.

The door cracked open before a young women clutching a limp, gray baby, elbowed it wide. My baby. Wild, desperate eyes met Marks. Please

Mark swallowed the acid in his throat and instinctively reached for the infant. What happened? He couldnt let on that he already knew. That led to questions he couldnt answer.

I forgot her in the tub! She clutched the baby and gave her a shake. Oh god! Christy! Shes not breathing!

I know CPR-give her to me. His sharp tone sliced through the mothers shock and she released her daughter with a wail of grief.

Mark positioned the baby with her head in his hand, her bottom in the crook of his arm.

The mother keened with her hands balled in front of her mouth. Help her!

The poor woman was teetering on the edge of hysteria, not that Mark could blame her. He was toeing the line himself, but he couldnt cross it. Not if there was a chance of saving the baby. With his free hand, he caught the mothers arm and gave it a firm squeeze. Im gonna help her, but you gotta listen to me. You need to call 9-1-1. Got it?

She tore her gaze from her daughter, nodded, and raced back into her apartment. Mark wracked his brain, searching for a scrap of CPR knowledge that he knew was there. He cringed at the babys glassy stare and blue-tinged lips. Her legs dangled lifelessly over his arm.

ABCs. That was it. Airway, breathing and circulation. He didnt see any water in her mouth, so her airway seemed okay. He covered her miniature nose and mouth with his own, feeling like a big clumsy oaf. Her scent filled his nose-so clean and innocent. Like baby shampoo and powder. A damp, silky tuft of her hair tickled his cheek. If she died, itd be his fault. He could have prevented this. He blew again. There wasnt time to worry about guilt now.

Her chest rose with the breaths and he felt it move against his arm. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw doors down the hall opening, and a small crowd gathered around him. Some shouted instructions, and a deep voice ordered someone to the lobby to let the paramedics in when they arrived.

There was no change in Christys color. Shit. Those paramedics better get here pronto. Why didnt someone else step forward to do the CPR? Hell, there had to be someone more qualified. There was supposed to be a pulse point near the elbow, but hell if he could find it. It wasnt like hed ever searched for one on a healthy kid before, let alone one who might not have one. Was that it? He prodded the inside of her arm, but between his shaking hands and the pudgy cushion at the bend of her elbow, he couldnt feel a beat.

Go to the source. He put his ear to her chest. Nothing. He swallowed hard as he placed two fingers on her breastbone and pushed down. The feel of her tiny chest caving in with each compression made his stomach churn.

He lost count of the cycles of breaths and compressions. It seemed like forever before someone suggested he stop and check for a pulse again. The mom had returned to his side at some point. His vision had narrowed to Christys little body cradled in his arms. Mom stroked Christys forehead and pleaded with her to breathe.

Listen to your mama, sweetie. Breathe, dammit. Waitwas she pinker? Or was it wishful thinking? He paused the compressions, but gave another breath.

As he lifted her to listen for a heartbeat, Christy blinked.

Startled, he jerked his head back and glanced at the mom to see if shed noticed it too. Her eyes full of anguish and fear, lit with a spark of hope as she met his look. It hadnt been his imagination.

Christy shuddered, then coughed. Mark sat her up as she gagged, worried she was choking. She rewarded his efforts by puking sour milk down the front of him. She cried then, the sound as soft as a newborn kittens. Impulsively, he kissed the top of her head.

A cheer rose in the hallway, and Mark glanced around, astonished to see so many people. A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. The mother took her daughter from Mark, but planted a kiss on his cheek. The elevator at the far end of the hall opened, and paramedics stepped out.

Sure. Now they show up. Mark laughed, unable to suppress the giddiness. He took a deep breath, and leaned against the wall, his knees wobbling like Jello. He swiped his arm across his forehead. It was like a damn sauna in here. People crowded around, slapping Marks shoulders and pumping his hand. Someone handed him a towel and he used it to mop up the mess on the front of his leather jacket, but there wasnt much he could do for the bit that leaked inside.

Good job, man! The speaker looked to be early to mid-thirties, close to Marks own age. That was awesome!

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