I dialed the emergency number, my fingers trembling as they pressed the keys.
Each ring felt like an eternity, each second stretching the tension further.
The operator’s voice broke the silence, clear and calm.
“Emergency services, how can I help you?”
I explained the situation as best as I could, my voice shaking with urgency.
Time seemed to slow as I waited for their response.
Meanwhile, I knelt beside her, trying to offer what comfort I could.
Her breathing was shallow, each breath a struggle.
The staff remained outside, still as ever, their inaction a silent indictment.
It was as if they were waiting for the inevitable, unmoved by the unfolding drama.
