James Black sighed helplessly in his heart but didn't continue to reprimand her. Instead, he asked her, "Why didn't you call emergency services last night when you felt so unwell? Before we hung up, what did I tell you?"
"I wanted to hold on a bit longer, endure it. I thought maybe it would get better after a while. Daniel Taylor said that taking medicine and getting some sleep would help a lot," Jane Sampson said. "If I had called emergency services, it would have woken up Daniel and the rest of the crew. Everyone had their own work to do today, especially the director. I didn't want to disrupt their rest because of me."
"Didn't he tell you that some people actually die from acute high altitude disease on trips?" James Black pressed with a lowered voice.
Jane's eyes blinked, and she pursed her lips, saying nothing.
She knew, actually, but at that time her mind kept telling her to hold on. She believed she could make it, not expecting to pass out, but then James appeared.
