The chair fell with a dull thud, echoing in the quiet room. Jake collapsed on the floor, his breathing ragged, his eyes tightly closed, as if he was battling an invisible pain.
"Master!" shouted the housemaid, her voice breaking the silence of the night. She ran over to Jake, her knees almost hitting the floor as she crouched beside him. "Oh my God, are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with deep fear.
Jake, with one last effort, whispered softly, "M-medicine..." his voice barely audible, as if every word was a life and death struggle.
The assistant, eyes wide with panic, asked again, "I'm sorry sir, what did you say?" She put her ear to Jake's lips, trying to catch every weak whisper.
"M-medicine... drawer..." Jake's words trailed off, his breath coming in short gasps.
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