I quickly searched my bag for my phone, my hands shaking as I dialed 911, my heart pounding in my chest.
"911, what's your emergency?" the operator's voice said through the phone.
"My brother—he's—bleeding," I stammered, voice breaking with sobs."There is so much blood. please, I can't lose him, please!"
The operator asked for my home address, I told her, the lune going silent for a while as she located my house.
"I need you to remain calm, I'm sending an ambulance. It should be there in 5 to 10 minutes." She assured me calmly.
But I couldn't stop panicking, his pulse was weak and he wasn't responding to me, his eyes shut tight.
All I could focus on was his lifeless body, in my arms and the blood. So much blood
I can't lose him too. Not after losing Dad Mom is in the hospital fighting for her life.
