“Harry, can you get my glasses in my room on the side table please,” Her father asked as he struggled to read the newspapers in his hands.
“Of course,” Harry said as he hurried upstairs to get the papers. Her father felt a sharp pain in his chest,
“Aaarggghhh,” he screamed as he clutched his chest, he struggled to breathe in but he couldn’t as the pain felt like it was going to tear him apart on the inside. “Harryy…” he tried to scream but his voice failed him. “Heeeelp…” he pleaded as he struggled to breathe falling to the floor face flat.
Harry came down the stairs casually flipping the glass case in his hand when he noticed Mr Jones on the floor. He sped fast to him, turning him over,
“Mr Jones! Mr Jones!” He tried to shake him to wake up but there was no response. He began to pa
