Fairy Tale

Chapter 14: Waiting Room

"Jorge! Papi!" Emily screamed. 

Jorge didn't move. As Emily ran across the room, and threw herself down, she had pulled her phone out and was already dialing 911, for an ambulance. Jorge wouldn't respond to her. The dispatcher picked up.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My godfather is unresponsive. I found him laying on the floor."

"Where are you right now, Dear, what the address?" 

"University of Denver, the school arena, in one of the training rooms." 

"Okay, I'll use your phone to pin the location. Now can you see if he is breathing?" 

Emily put her phone on speaker and placed it on the floor. She followed the lady's instructions. She had taken first aid and CPR classes, but she had never had to do it on any living person. Her hands were shaking, and she felt hot and cold at the same time. She pushed on Jorge's chest, over his heart, while the dispatcher counted and repeated the same instructions. 

Someone had come to poke their head in to see if they could start cleaning, but when they saw Emily trying to keep Jorge from dying, he rushed over. The dispatcher over speaker gave him some instructions, about opening doors and meeting the paramedics. He flew out the door, leaving Emily alone with Jorge and the lady on the phone. 

It felt like forever, but in reality it was probably only a few minutes, And the door behind her burst open, paramedics came pouring in, pulling a stretcher and all their equipment. One paramedic took over CPR from Emily, and two others started setting up monitors and all the other things. The dispatch lady hung up when Emily told her the ambulance was here. 

"You did good dear." 

Emily hung up the phone, and another paramedic came over to talk to her. 

"Are you the one to call?"

"Yes." Emily whispered, her eyes wide in fear. 

"I'm going to have to ask you some questions." 

Emily just nodded. 

"What is the relationship, if any?"

"He's my godfather, I'm his next of Kin, he has no other family."

The paramedic nodded and typed something into his little hand held screen.

"His name and age?"

"Jorge Esposito. He's only 50."

"Alright. Can you tell me what happened?" 

Emily explained the situation. The paramedics had him now strapped to a spinal board and were lifting him up onto the stretcher. 

"Alright, thank you. You said you were next of Kin?"

Emily nodded, "Can I come with him?"

"Unfortunately no, but we are going to the nearest hospital, Right Arm Medical Centre." 

"Okay..." She whispered, her eyes glued to her godfather, the last good thing in her life. While they wheeled him out into the hall, Emily grabbed her backpack, Jorge's bag and his keys. She would just follow the ambulance. 

Emily followed, her panic was shoved down, and her mind had turned off and gone onto autopilot. She ran to the car, unlocking it, throwing her stuff onto the seat. She saw the ambulance take off, sirens wailing. Her hands were shaking, her her throat felt thick and stuck. She did her best to follow, she hit a few red lights, and she lost the ambulance who just went through. Her stomach was twisting in anticipation and fear. She couldn't lose Jorge. Not her godfather. She was gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were white. She finally pulled into the hospital emergency parking lot.