I'll try to keep it short....
I went to Chapters this morning in search of the very last Simple Scrapbooks issue. It wasn't in yet. As I was leaving I noticed a woman stumble on the sidewalk. A security guard is right behind her. I watch them walk by only to notice that she'd wet her pants. She stumbled again and the guard reached out to grab her arm, but I think he spooked her and she became a victim of momemtum and her body went faster than her feet. The sound of a head hitting concrete is one I always shudder at. I went over to see if she was okay while the guard called mall security for 1st aid and an ambulance. I helped put her glasses back on her head. It was obvious she was drunk, but she wasn't homeless, she was dressed nicer than I was, I had on dogwalking jeans, she had nice hair, she was clean. I'm pretty sure the guard said when he called for help "an intoxicated Native woman". I'm Native, I find that doesn't matter, the fact is she whacked her head, couldn't get up, and needed help. She had a purse, a bag and might have been named Diane from Coquitlam. She was probably my age.
The guard told her to stay still, I kept talking to her so she wouldn't go to sleep. I made sure she wasn't bleeding (thank God she wasn't), and the guard said a blanket was coming for her. She didn't like that, told him to get up and move away, to stand by the wall and not touch her. I was okay to be near her. I told her not to close her eyes and fall asleep, and this breaks my heart, she looked me in the eyes and said "Sweetie, I never sleep".
The ambulance came, 4-5 attendants crowded around her and 1, Asshole John, started asking her questions and she got all spooked and was looking around, when her eyes landed on me, I stepped forward and told her they would look after her. To which Ass said "Who are YOU, Who are you to her?" I said no one, I was there when it happened and he looks at me and says "Move along then" and they other guys crowd back around her.
She looked so scared and I left. I cried all the way. I'm still crying.