"Emma, relax!" Dylan King supported her from behind, trying to make her lie flat. Seeing the blood on the ground winding like a tiny stream, his heart ached so much!
Emma knew that she had to be strong, even as the waves of pain in her abdomen came, like the child's screams of unwillingness and pain. One hand clung tightly to Dylan King, her nails digging painfully into his flesh. The other hand was clenched into a fist, not speaking, holding her breath!
Thomas had already been reduced to tears. He regretted, blamed himself – if it wasn't for him, Emma wouldn't be bleeding, and his little brother wouldn't be in danger either!
The ambulance quickly arrived, sirens blaring.
Emma was lifted onto a stretcher by the nurse. Dylan King held Thomas and went up as well. Mrs. Smith, upon seeing her daughter in such a state, didn't have time to argue about anything and wanted to follow. But the nurse said, "Sorry, there's not enough space in the car. You should take a cab and follow."
