James lay motionless on the floor, his face pale.
"Oh my God, what did I do?", I screamed, rushing to his side.
"James, wake up, pls. I'm sorry", I shook him gently, but he didn't respond.
What am I going to do?
I hope--- I hope he's going to be okay.
I wanted to take action to help him but what was I going to say?
I snapped out of my thoughts long enough to call the ambulance, my voice trembling as I spoke.
"Please, help, my husband is dying", I said, crying.
The operator asked too many questions, and I had to yell for them to come.
I felt so helpless.
The minutes felt like hours until the paramedics arrived. I was thrilled when I saw the familiar uniforms, and I watched as they worked to stabilize him.
Thankfully, he's breathing.
"I'm so sorry, James", I said, under my breath
