HAZEL’S POV
My heart dropped to my stomach as we watched the paramedics carry Martha into the ambulance. She had a pulse but it was weak. They hooked her up to an oxygen machine at the back of the ambulance and then they left.
Josephine, Aziel and I got into Aziel’s car and then we followed them behind. Josephine sat in the back of the car, her face stained with dried-up tears and she was quiet, while my legs shook violently with anxiety but I still hoped for the best, Aziel held my hand the whole time.
I felt guilty, I had been so engrossed in my life and the things that were happening around me that I didn’t notice how badly Martha’s health was deteriorating before our eyes. She had insisted that she was fine when I had gone to see her only the day before, I didn’t believe her but s
