“Damn it Michael, I will not get in the back of an ambulance, so don’t call one.” Dad grumbled, collapsing against the wall of the building we were checking out. He’d clutched his chest and gasped for air moments ago, and I’d immediately grabbed my phone.
“Dad, this could be serious.” I jammed it back in my pocket. “Fine, if you’re going to be stubborn, just get in the truck and I’ll drive you home. Mom, can look after you. But don’t you die on me, or she’ll never speak to me again.” I took Dad’s elbow in my hand, which he shrugged off, lightly punching me in the shoulder. Then he straightened up and gingerly walked across the parking lot, at one point falling ever so slightly into a parked car. Once he was inside, he sat back in the seat and gasped for air. He was pasty looking, and his
