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12.

↞ Symoria Logan Carter ∥ Face ↠
Dallas , TX // Saturday , 9:27 AM.

"T-y get out." I threw my pillow at him .

"Face , something wrong with daddy." He said with tears in his eyes .

"What you mean?" I frowned getting up .

"I tapped him and he not getting up."

"What?" I ran to his room seeing him laying on his bed . "Daddy." I tapped him repeatedly and he didn't budge .

I felt for his pulse and didn't feel anything and I instantly broke down crying grabbing my phone and calling the police .

"911 what's your emergency?"

"My daddy not breathing." I cried . "Can y'all send an ambulance he's not breathing." I panicked .

"Ma'am calm down , what your address?"

I gave her my address and she told me they was in route I threw my shoes on . "T-y , put yo shoes on."

He put his shoes on and I heard the sirens outside and I went to go open the door .

"What room is he in?"

"That one." I pointed and walked towards it .

They came in with a stretcher and put a breathing mask on him and I just stood there crying .

"He's gonna be okay sweetheart." One of the ladies assured me .

"Is he dead?" I asked wiping my tears .

"They said that he has a heartbeat so no he's still alive , his heartbeat isn't what it should be."

They put him in the back of the truck and I grabbed the keys deciding to just follow behind them so we would have a way home .

"Wow." I mumbled . "Just like that."

"Is he okay? T-y asked .

"Yea he's fine T-y don't cry he gone be okay."

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"He has a heart murmur." The nurse said .

"Can he die?"I asked .