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dangerously red complexion and the fact that she was seriously struggling for breath. But, strangely, at the same time she was groping for something on the floor beneath the table, but in her panicked state was unable to get to it. The girl was on her own at the table, and all around them no one other than Olivia seemed to notice that something was wrong.
    “Peter, look,” she said, getting up from her seat.
    “What?” Peter looked around and immediately jumped up and went towards the girl.
    “Are you OK? Can I help you?” Olivia asked her, feeling rather stupid, as it was pretty obvious she was far from OK. But then she realized that, no, she wasn’t choking – in fact the girl seemed to be having some kind of seizure.
    Then before she knew it, Peter had cleared a space behind them and had swiftly placed the girl in the recovery position on the floor. Well done, Olivia thought, impressed. At least somebody knew what to do. Olivia wouldn’t have had the first clue. At this stage, people had begun to gather and stare.
    But soon it was clear to both of them that lying the girl on her side was making little if any difference, as by now she was desperate for breath. Olivia’s heart pounded. What was wrong with her?
    “Get her an ambulance or something.” Olivia called out to one of the counter staff, who was standing there shell-shocked along with everyone else in the room – the students and staff of the café unused to such drama on a normally quiet Friday afternoon.
    “Damn,” Peter said, looking around wildly, as if trying to discover the root of the problem He grabbed the girl’s wrist. “Her pulse is going ten to the dozen so she must be having some kind of attack. Olivia, quick, check her handbag, see if there’s an inhaler or something in there.”
    Handbag? Spying the bag under the table, Olivia realised that this must have been what the girl was trying to reach earlier. But because the handle was caught under a leg of the chair, the poor thing’s frantic attempts had been in vain. So, Olivia deduced, there had to be an inhaler or something in there – something that could help.
    Moving as quickly as she could and trying to control her own rising panic, Olivia emptied the bag’s contents onto the table. Hairbrush, wallet, make-up, a pen and notebook, some lip-balm, lots of old bus tickets … but nothing resembling an inhaler.
    “Peter, there’s nothing here,” Olivia wailed, full of dread. On the floor the girl was still struggling. Olivia knew this wasn’t a normal fainting attack: the girl’s face was full of colour, way too much colour and Olivia had fainted herself enough times to know that when you fainted, you lost blood to the head, not gained it.
    “There has to be something,” Peter said, clearly panicked now. He stood up and started frantically checking through the contents of the girl’s bag, going through her books, checking if maybe there might be something written down somewhere. Then he stopped suddenly, as if realizing something. “Damn.”
    “What, what?” Olivia asked, and then frowned as Peter’s gaze rested on the remains of the girl’s lunch – a barely-touched chicken bap. “Food poisoning?” she offered hurriedly.
    “More like an allergic reaction.” Peter was again urgently searching through the girl’s things.
    “Reaction? To what?” Olivia urged him, her heart now beating almost as quickly as the poor girl’s, she suspected.
    “Not sure yet, but this should help,” he said, immediately seizing what Olivia had dismissed as an oversized ink pen, but which she could see now was actually a narrow tube holding a syringe of some sort.
    Lying on her side on the floor, her eyes wide, the girl was now gesturing with an arm as best she could. She seemed to be pointing at her leg.
    And then, before Olivia could take in what was happening, Peter had broken open the packaging and was back on the ground alongside the girl. He shook the syringe and squirted a little