Richard couldn't understand why it was taking the nursing staff this long. Usually, they would come in an instant whenever he called out. But generally, it was because he had fallen from his wheelchair.

While he waited, Richard studied Annie's body. He could see the rise and fall of her chest, signalling she was breathing. However, her breaths were fast and deep; with each inhale, Annie jolted as if she were in pain, and her eyes were closed tightly.

"Someone help!" He yelled again, droplets of sweat gathered upon his forehead, seeping from his skin. 

Heavy footsteps behind Richard almost caused him to have a heart attack, not literally, of course. "Richard? What's the problem?" The voice of Mr Stwart spoke from behind him. 

Richard did not need to answer that question because the moment Mr Stwart saw Annie, he called for assistance using his phone. "Is she...?"

Kneeling down, the nurse assistant listened to Annie's chest before feeling her wrist for a pulse. "She's alive," he said, somewhat relieved. 

"But?"

Blue eyes met Richard's grey ones. Judging, by the way, Mr Stwart's eyebrows had furrowed, and his lips formed a straight line, the answer to Richard's previous question was not positive. Perhaps he knew deep down inside, but he refused to believe it.

"I believe she's having a heart attack."

And just like that, Richard's world came crashing down around him.