Riley’s POV
“Ma’am, are you alright?” The caregiver’s voice trembled as she helped me onto a chair. I could feel her hands shaking, or maybe it was me. My head spun, and my chest felt tight like all the air had been sucked out of the room.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even think. My heart raced, and the caregiver’s voice seemed distant like she was shouting from underwater. “Do you need me to get the doctor?” she asked, fanning me frantically with a file.
“Doctor.. the doctor!” I yelled suddenly, the haze in my head clearing just enough for a surge of panic to set in. I jumped to my feet but immediately groaned in pain, clutching my head as it throbbed fiercely. The world spun faster. My vision blurred.
“Ma’am, please sit down,” the caregiver pleaded. Her worry was thick in her voic
