But of course⦠someone recorded it. Just a few seconds. Just when she screamed louder and I had my hand in the tightest area. The image was shared, the video went viral. And the comments didnāt take long to come: whether he was touching it, whether she enjoyed it, whether it was an adult movie scene in the middle of the street.
And the truth? Truth is I managed to stop the bleeding before the paramedics arrived. That thanks to that quick intervention, Torres is still alive. Who, although he had to undergo surgery, is able to walk today. He thanked me through tears because, according to doctors, he had lost too much blood and every second counted.
Ironically, no one recorded that moment. Nobody uploaded the video when the ambulance arrived. No one shared the image of how I carried her body onto the stretcher, with my uniform drenched in her blood. Just the moment they misunderstood. Just that.
Now facing an internal investigation. I understand thatās the protocol. But what hurts is the public judgment, the memes, the yellowish headlines, the ridicule. As if seeing my partner on the brink of death wasnāt enough, now I have to endure being told that I was ātouchingā her when I was only trying to save her life.
Sometimes, in this profession, what hurts the most isnāt the bullets⦠but the lies.