Moving On [H.S]

Chapter 16

Her voice is barely audible. Like a low scratchy groan that was barely able to say Harry's name.

"Maya?"

He says again, pausing from stirring the soup in the pot.

"Maya?"

He hears her heaving, wheezing, on the other end and his heart drops.

"Isabella, stay right here I'll be back."

He says and the toddler nods as Harry quickly walks out the door and runs up the stairs towards apartment number 39. He rushes up to her door and knocks.

"Maya?"

He calls out, and rattles her door handle, but he hears nothing on the other side.

"Maya it's me, Harry!"

He calls out, panic rising in him rapidly.

"Maya!"

He shouts, not caring about the neighbors. He slams his body against the door and it pushes open easily, and he sees her, right there in the middle of her dining room, curled up in the fetal position. Pills and an empty bottle of vodka are scattered across her kitchen counter, the alcohol spilled out onto the floor. Her body seizes, as a puddle of drool collects on the ground beside her cheek.

"Maya!"

He shouts, panic now consuming him as he rolls her over. Her face is pale, her lips are turning bluer by the second, as her body continues to seize. She isn't breathing. He quickly dials 911 and the operator answers.

"She's not breathing...please help, she's not breathing."

He repeats over and over again as tears form in his eyes.

"Medical assistance is on their way, do you know what happened to her?"

"I don't know... she's twitching, she's not breathing..."

"Do you know basic CPR?"

The operator asks and Harry pauses before remembering a class he took when Isabella was a baby just in case anything happened.

"Yeah, yeah I do."

He breathes out, putting the call on speaker phone.

"Do compressions and ventilations if possible until assistance arrives. They'll be there soon.."

He stays on the phone as minutes pass by like hours, doing compressions, and trying to breathe life back into her lungs. Suddenly people surround them and she is lifted up, taking away from him in one swift movement.

"Please, you have to help her!"

He says, tears streaming down his face as he watches them carry her out on a stretcher.

"Is she breathing, does she have a pulse?"

"She has a pulse, but in order to keep her alive, we have to get her to the ER now."

An EMT tells him and he looks around in panic.

"Just stay calm sir, she will be alright."

They tell him and he nods, trying to take deep breaths. When they clear out, he runs back down to his apartment and Isabella looks over, shocked by his frantic state.

"What's wrong?"

He rushes over to her and tries to collect himself.

"Maya's in trouble angel."

He says and her face forms into a worried frown.

"I'm gonna go to the hospital to make sure she's alright. I'm gonna call Uncle Niall real quick so he can come watch you."