Wilson lays dead on Gatsby's marble floor, while Gatsby himself inches
out of his pool, covered with his own
blood. One of Gatsby's servants
and I heard the gunshots and immediately scrambled to the
incapacitated
Gatsby who was flailing like a fish out of water. Gatsby muttered "I'm
dead, don't bother saving me, old sport." "NO! We can help, she is a
nurse." Gatsby slipped out of
consciousness. The servant and I slowly
moved Mr. Gatsby into the mansion to treat on him. When
she worked as
a nurse before, during World War I, she learned to bandage and treat
wounds. I suggested to move Gatsby to the attic after cleaning out his
wounds and I put clothes on to Gatsby's body. The nurse kept Gatsby up
in the attic for a week, treating him until he recovered from the
shooting. When he regained consciousness he was
slightly confused
about what had happened. While Gatsby was recovering from the shooting,
he told me to make sure that no one had knew about the shooting. Gatsby
told me to contact Mr. Wolfsheim for help covering up. The nurse said
she was a relative of Mr. Wolfsheim so I got the number from her to
call Mr. Wolfsheim for Gatsby. I told Mr. Wolfsheim to come over to the
mansion so he can inform the police that Gatsby has died.
