Internet Scales (Patrick/Pete)

6

Patrick's POV

If dad found out, he'd be mad. So I had to leave quietly. The walk was a fairly long one so I'd have to stop a few times. I was so hungry. I grabbed some money out of my dad's wallet, my phone and pushed my feet into my scruffy second-hand trainers. I slipped out of the house as silently as I could. 

After about fifteen minutes, I was struggling to breathe. My chest was tightening and I was coughing a lot. I was really scared as I had experienced this before but never this badly. I thought it was just because I was tired because of lack of sleep recently and my weight. I slumped down on the pavement, leaning against the wall of a shop on the high street. My breathing was quickening and I felt like I couldn't get my breath. Something was wrong but I had no idea what. I could hear footsteps somewhere near me but my head was spinning and I felt like I had cotton buds in my ears so I couldn't hear. A woman bent down in front of me. 
"What are you doing out at this time of night?" She grabbed my wrist and checked my pulse.
"Does your chest feel tight?" I couldn't quite hear what she said. I tried to speak but I was too out of breath to even stutter the words.

"Look at me," I raise my head slowly. "Keep your eyes on me okay? I'm going to call an ambulance." She took out her phone and dialed 911. She stayed with my until the ambulance arrived. After that, I must have blacked out.