“Sir, I’m going to need you to move aside,” a male voice said, breaking through my continued pleas for Grace to open her eyes. I looked over my shoulder to see a paramedic behind me and I immediately got out of his way so he could attend to her.
I could hear Officer Preston asking Brad rapid-fire questions, but I paid no heed to them as I watched the man check Grace’s pulse and then her pupils. I had no idea how long I had been kneeling next to her still body by the time the paramedics and the officer showed up, but it seemed like an eternity.
“How long has she been unconscious?” the paramedic who was checking Grace asked.
“I don’t know,” I told him uncertainly, looking at the clock on the bedside table for the time. “At least ten minutes. Is she okay?”
“Her vitals look good,” the
