As I suppressed all my emotions including panic, anger, and fear, I gripped the steering wheel tightly with my fingers and drove as fast as I could, holding back my tears.
However, five minutes passed, and no doctor showed up.
Ten minutes passed, but I still didn't see doctors.
Twenty minutes passed, and Amy's body stopped moving. She just lay there quietly.
The quilt wrapped around her was so tight that I couldn't even see her face.
But I still didn't see doctors.
How could it be? No matter how obsessed Jason was with watching the game, the ambulance and the doctors would go.
But no one went to check on Amy.
An hour later, I finally rushed to downstairs my home, and my car crashed into the flower bed on the side of the road.
I didn't care about anything but rushed home as fast as I could.
I didn’t see any doctor, and at the door, I could hear Jason’s cheers from inside the room.
"They won! I finally won the bet!"
This bastard only cared about the ball games.
I rushed into the house angrily and went towards Amy.
I pulled off her quilt, and she was wrapped in layer upon layer.
There was a bed sheet inside the quilt that wrapped her tightly.