The agent lay on the stairs, not daring to move for fear that physical exertion would speed up his blood flow and accelerate his death.
Seeing the flight attendant walking over with a cupping device and a small knife, the agent let out a breath of relief. Given the choice, who wouldn't want to live rather than just die like this?
The agent asked the flight attendant to help him onto a seat and recline it as far as possible.
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