AMELIA'S POV
Everywhere was still. All eyes turned to us before pandemonium broke out. He slumped face down, and I hurriedly kneeled beside him.
My mother was in some sort of shock. She just sat there while I called for help.
“Someone call 911.“
“His doctor is around.“ Someone said.
“Where is he? Someone get him for me.“
The guests huddled around us. My uncle motioned for them to give us some space.
A man, whom I assumed was his doctor, came in.
“You're the doctor?“
“Yes.“
He checked his pulse and frowned. That was not good.
“Let's get him to his room.“
Some men took him up.
“Doctor,” I said, holding him back. “Shouldn't we take him to the hospital?“
“No, Miss Jenkins. I can assure you that we have everything we might need here.“
I followed my mom upstairs while I left the
