Panic clawed at me. I helped him to the side of the school gate, my heart hammering against my ribs. With trembling hands, I called 911 in a voice ragged with fear.
“We are at the Oxlade Exam board!” I told the dispatcher, my eyes fixed on Enzo as his breathing turned shallow. “Please hurry!”
Then, the phone slipped from my grasp, clattering to the pavement as I hugged him close, loosening the buttons of his shirt so he would be able to breathe better. Enzo had an underlying medical condition that caused him to have tons of faint spells because of his weak heart. So I’ve always tried my hardest to keep him away from high-stress situations until when he finally gets a matching donor for his heart.
“Stay with me, baby.” I tapped his cheek gently, trying to keep him awake.
“Hurts…” he trailed off as a fat tear rolled down his eyes.
Relief washed over me as strong arms suddenly scooped Enzo up, rushing towards the waiting ambulance. Everything would be okay. My husband owned Sunset Valley, the biggest and best hospital in the city. To make things better, it’s the closest to this exam board. Enzo would get the best doctors and the best care.