"My son is taking SAT. If you curse him again, I will be rude!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
I called him many times, but he never answered. And then his phone was turned off.
Lisha sent me a photo to show off. My husband, Charlie Hale, was helping her peel shrimps with a focused and gentle look.
On that same day, my son died due to failed rescue efforts.
He left me forever.
"The patient is in a very critical condition. Didn't you say you have a quick-acting heart-saving pill? Can you give it to the patient now?"
The attending physician walked out of the intensive care unit with a serious look.
"A sudden heart attack is extremely serious. If the patient is not treated within two hours, his life will be in danger!"
Two hours?
I was frozen.
My lips couldn't stop trembling. "Doctor, please help stabilize my son's condition. I'll contact someone to send medicine now!"
I was anxious when my son was in danger.
I hurriedly reached for my phone. My legs became weak, and I almost fell.
The doctor took a look at my pale face and kindly reminded me.
"You look weak. Get a checkup some time."
I nodded, but didn't have time to think about myself.
I called Charlie over and over again.