Her anger made her breathe harder and the pollen triggered even worse reactions. Ivana began to struggle to breathe. She reached out, gripping the call button on the bed, squeezing it so tightly her hand turned white.
"Apologize! Do you hear me?" Ernest seemed oblivious to Ivana's pale face and bluish lips. He kept pressing the lilies against her, demanding an apology.
By the time the nurse rushed in, Ivana was already struggling for air, unable to say a word.
The experienced nurse immediately saw what was wrong. She shoved Ernest aside, tossing the flowers out of the room, "Quick! Call the doctor! Move! Make way!"
"Who's the family member?" The doctor moved quickly, oxygen mask on, blankets adjusted, pupils checked …
Ernest instinctively responded, "I am."
A piece of paper was stuffed into his hands, "She's in anaphylactic shock, we're resuscitating her. Sign it!"
Ernest didn't even read the paper. He quickly signed, an inexplicable sense of panic rising within him.
As the adrenaline was administered, Ivana slowly regained consciousness.