"They're in the ICU!" I cried. "You can't waltz in! Just call them!"
"Where is the family of Ms. Zoe Larson?"
The nurse's shout cut through like a blade.
Zoe Larson. His mother's name.
Anthony's expression shattered. He snatched the papers, scanning until his eyes landed on the patient's name.
"Zoe Larson..." he whispered. "These really have my parents' names..."
"Tony, no!" Jasmine dug her nails into his arm. "It's a trick! This bitch knows your mother's name. She put it on the forms to scare you into paying!"
The nurse rushed up to me. "You're Ms. Larson's daughter, correct? We need ECMO immediately. It's her only chance. Come pay now!"
I had no time for dignity.
I dropped to my knees on the cold tiles.
"Husband, please." Tears spilled over. "That's your mother inside. I'm begging you. Save her."
In three years, I had never bowed to him. Never begged.
Anthony looked down, conflict warring in his gaze. The papers shook in his hand. He opened his mouth—
Jasmine let out a sharp wail and clutched her head.
"Tony, honey! My head... it feels like it's splitting open! Save me!"
Jasmine's eyes rolled back and she crumpled to the floor.