Fear gripped Astrid as Maren clutched her stomach, her face distorted in pain.
"Somebody help!" Astrid screamed, her voice echoing through the club.
"Careful, please," she cried out, Maren let out with her eyes darting around frantically. "Miles mustn't find out about this."
Walter, the nearby waiter, rushed over, concern etched on his face. "What's happening?" He asked.
"Maren's... she needs help," Astrid stuttered, her hands shaking as she supported her friend.
"Oh my we need to leave soon then," Walter swiftly took charge, helping Astrid guide Maren out of the club.
The cool night air hit them as they stumbled toward the waiting car.
Her chauffeur, alerted by Walter's urgent call, leaped out to assist.
"What's wrong, ma'am?" he asked, gently taking Maren's weight.
"Hospital," Astrid replied, her voice trembling. "We need to get her to the hospital now. And please, discreetly."
