Only two hours. My face drained of color as the gravity of the situation hit me. The apparatus was a cutting-edge technology developed by my husband's company, Nexus Dynamics. It was still in trial phases, spearheaded by Ethan to break into the medical market. Despite being in stage five trials, our son, Gavin, was already using it because Ethan was convinced of its efficacy. Now, in Gavin's hour of dire need, I couldn't even reach my husband to bring it to the hospital.
My hand, frozen mid-dial, trembled as I nodded frantically at the doctor. "Please, do everything you can to stabilize him. I will get the apparatus as soon as possible!"
I said "as soon as possible," but panic overwhelmed me, and I could barely stand. I collapsed onto a chair in the hallway, dialing Ethan's number over and over again, but all I heard was the robotic message that his phone was turned off. Desperation rising, I called Ethan's assistant, Daniel Moore, pleading for help to deliver the apparatus.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," Daniel replied, his voice strained. "Only Sir Ethan has the authority to access the laboratory since he is our CEO. No one else, not even I, can get in without him."