Chapter 1
Emergency!
My heart skirted a thump as I heard a delicate bang coming from the family room. My hands couldn't hold the glass, and it tumbled to the ground, breaking into pieces. "Mother!" I hollered as I hastily went into the room. She was nestled into the couch, seeming to be a fragile figure that had been broken in two.
I dropped down close to her and whimpered, "Mother, no... please, no," as my knees uttered a breaking sound as they struck the wooden floor. Her face was pale, and dabs of sweat were beading on her temple. Her chest was hustling in fast, lopsided sprays. The thumping of my heart in my ears was clearly to such an extent that it was abrogating all the other things on the planet. My hands were shaking gravely to the point that it was hard for me to contact the buttons on the telephone.
"911, what's your crisis?" The administrator's voice was consistent, however mine wasn't.
"My mother... she imploded... I don't have the foggiest idea what's going on... kindly, kindly send somebody."
The words surged out in a rushed hurry, my voice shuddering as I reeled out our location. I snatched for her hand, cold and dormant in mine, her fingers scarcely folding over mine as I argued, "Remain with me, Mother. If it's not too much trouble."
The paramedics came seemingly two seconds and hours after the fact. The space appeared to be too minuscule, their words excessively fast, everything moving too quickly. I waited barely out of their way, my head hustling, yet my legs froze completely still.
"We want to get her to the medical clinic now," one of them mumbled, raising her onto the cot.
I followed them outside, the downpour smacking my face, and drenching my dress, however, none of it made a difference. I bounced into the emergency vehicle, crushing her hand hard as the alarms blasted in my ears. The humming screens, the mumble of the paramedics talking in a clinical language I was unable to figure out, the far-off beat of the downpour — everything appeared as though a horrible I was unable to awaken from.
My eyes fixed all over, pale and not moving, save for the slight ascent and fall of her chest. I mumbled supplications, promises, anything to keep her here with me, yet the heaviness of fear squashed my chest.
We pulled up to the emergency clinic excessively fast. The entryways burst open, and before I could get a handle on it, they were wheeling her away from me. "Pause, stand by! That is my mother!" My voice broke, yet a medical caretaker halted me with a delicate touch on my shoulder.
"They're taking her to the ICU. You'll need to stand by here."
Stand by? How could I be anticipated to stand by? I remained in the focal point of the splendid, germicide passageway, watching her evaporate between swinging entryways. My body felt segregated, similar to how I was drifting past myself. Each breath I took appeared to be heavier, and harder, similar to the air was too thick even to consider taking.
I drooped into a seat, my hands shaking viciously in my lap. My foot beat on the virus tile floor, counting the seconds, the minutes, the unending length of time that elapsed without anyone illuminating me what was going on. Each time a medical caretaker or specialist went by, my heart sprang into my throat, however not a single one of them halted. None of them looked at me for a moment. They were all in haste.
At long last, a person in scours drew closer. His face looked harsh, his lips got into a minuscule line. My legs felt flimsy as I rose to welcome him, endeavoring to translate the face that parted with nothing.
"Ms. Saunders..." His voice floundered, and I felt the earth under me slide away.
