The sound of the doorbell pricked through the thick air, alerting the arrival of Dr. Harrison. Ethan walked swiftly to the door to welcome the family doctor, worry etching his face.
Dr. Harrison appeared with his stethoscope in hands, and a first aid box in the other hand as he walked in.
Everyone’s eyes lit up at his arrival.
Without saying a word, he rushed to the sofa where Christine, my mother-in-law to be laid on.
Christine was still conscious, her eyes open, groaning in pain.
Dr. Harrison bent forward, plugging the stethoscope buds in his ear while placing the other end below her left breast, to listen to her heart beat.
He then moved the other end of the stethoscope to the front of her chest near her collarbone, to check for her breathing sound.
My breath was still as I
