Kelly
His eyes fluttered weakly but didn’t open. Still, I kept talking. Anything to keep that thread of life from snapping.
Minutes dragged into what felt like hours. The room was filled with the steady hum of the IV, the quiet shuffling of the maids, the sound of my own heart racing against the silence.
He didn’t get better but he didn’t worsen either. And for now, that was enough.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the faint wail of sirens echoed in the distance. Relief flooded me so fast my knees nearly gave out.
When the paramedics burst through the door moments later, breathless and apologetic, I stepped aside, letting them see what we’d done.
“Sorry for the delay,” one said. “There was traffic on the main road. We got here as fast as we could.”
Their eyes fell on Paul—and
