As Richard Holbrook knelt beside Maria Rivera, time seemed to slow down. The paramedics’ arrival felt like an eternity away, and he could feel the weight of the situation pressing on him. This was more than just an accidental call; it was a stark reminder of the human element often obscured by numbers and efficiency reports.
He gently turned Maria onto her side, ensuring her airway was open. “Ethan,” Richard said softly, trying to keep his voice calm, “do you know if your mom has any medical conditions?”
Ethan nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. “She has asthma and sometimes forgets her inhaler.”
