Gabriella and Caroline Wilson were sitting at the at the windowsill overlooking the open alley next to their house. suddenly, a huge commotion struck up outside, a man was struggling with another person over a small black object. Caroline smirked and said “Think they’re fighting over drugs? Like, maybe that’s a pill case or a baggie o’ blue?” Gabriella rolled her eyes and retorted “Nah, that’s for sure a mugging.” “No, I’m sure that that’s a fight over drugs, maybe crack or weed or whichever.” “Caroline, I’ve lived for two whole years more than you… I know a mugging when I see it.” “It’s not a mugging, Gabby.” Gabriella was driven to her feet, followed shortly by her sister “Yes. It. Is. Carrie.” They stood fuming at each other. The explosion that followed was the sound of death. Both girls paled and their heartbeats began to race. They both looked out over the alley and saw one man on the ground and the other hesitantly rummaging through his pockets. Caroline, being the younger sister and rather impulsive, immediately jumped up and grabbed the baseball bat by the back door, she raced out after the shooter. Gabriella chose to grab the medical kit from the kitchen before racing out after her sister, as she was older and more cautious. She rushed to the prone man’s aid, yanking open the medical kit. She called out to her sister, who was standing protectively over the body and makeshift nurse, “Caroline, quick! Go get the phone and call 911! But leave the bat. And get rags!” She added as an afterthought, Caroline nodded once and promptly dropped the bat and ran back to the house and came back with the kitchen phone. She picked the bat back up and stood with the 911 operator talking in her ear.Gabriella clasped the rags and started pressing them to the wound, the man stirred slightly and groaned in pain. “Hello, sir.” Gabriella tried to be polite, although she didn’t know if he could hear her. “You’ll be fine, I promise. We just gotta keep you OK until the ambulance gets here… That’s all…” the murmured more to herself than her patient. “Caroline. Timecheck!” Caroline spun in an about-face, “They said about five minutes.” Gabriella grimaced and turned her full attention back to the wound. She noticed the blood stained cloths were piling up “Hey! I need more rags,” Caroline started moving toward the house “and maybe some warm water! And a blanket!” Caroline nodded from the stairs to show that she had heard. Gabriella was left alone with the body man and was just sitting and putting pressure on the hole when she noticed a card lying on the ground near the first bloodstains. She reached over and grabbed the small piece of plastic. “An ID!” the thought “And it doesn’t seem to match up with this guy, so it must be the other’s…”, and she was twisting to put the card next to her when she heard a noise. another man stumbled out of the bushes and he seemed to search around until his eyes met Gabriella’s. They stared at each other. He held a gun in his bloodied hand.
“H-hello there… Are you hurt too?” Gabriella stuttered in a terrified facsimile of politeness. The man saw the card peeking out from behind her knee and advanced, gun outheld. Suddenly a scalding rain hit his head and he dropped the gun, which Gabriella scooped up. Caroline had heard her sister’s voice and assumed the danger. When she saw the gun, she decided to distract him. They could hear the distant sirens drawing closer, Gabriella held the man at gunpoint and he froze. Caroline raced down the stairs with rope in hand.
“H-hands behind your b-back. P-please.” Gabriella’s voice shook but her aim was steady. He complied. “Man, I’m glad I went to that knot-tying class.” Caroline joked nervously. A moment later, the man stood securely tied to a post and Gabriella dropped the gun like it was red-hot, the sirens drawing close enough to see the lights. Caroline was pacing back and forth between the two men. Suddenly she stopped and turned towards the conscious fighter. “Hey, mister.” he raised his head in response. “Why were you two fighting?” His head dipped in shame. “He stole something from me. Somethin’ I really need… I need my fix… so I was gonna… gonna mug ‘im…” the sisters looked at each other in amazement “But was it more a mugging or a fight over a drugs?” Caroline pressed. “I… I guess a mugging…?” his battered face was confused. “Why?” Instead of answering, she turned to her sister.Gabriella looked pale, but smug. Just then the Paramedics and cops showed up. (Fashionably late, as always.) The cops cut down the mugger as the unconscious man was loaded into the ambulance. Gabriella was handing over the ID and answering the witness questions when their mother returned. Her rapid-fire questions wore down the children more than the actual events did. Finally, when all of the questions and panicked hugging and calling of their other mother were done, Gabriella nudged her sister and smirked
“Hey, you never finished our argument… So, I’m waiting.” she put her hand by her ear as though she were hard of hearing. Caroline could not hide her eyeroll “Fine… You were right, I was wrong. It was a mugging.” Gabriella smiled and sighed contentedly, having won yet another argument with her sister. “Intuition wins again.” she thought as she drifted off to her bed and to sleep.