As the minutes ticked by, Frudi's unconsciousness deepened, and Dylan's anxiety grew. He tried to shake her awake, but she didn't respond. He smiled, trying to reassure himself, but his eyes betrayed his worry.
"No, no, no, no, Frudi, no! Why did you have to...okay, she's okay, she's okay," he muttered to himself, trying to stay calm.
Daniel, who had been pacing around with his phone, trying to get the ambulance to arrive as soon as possible, stopped and looked at Dylan with concern. "The ambulance is stuck in traffic. There's some kind of festival going on, and it's causing a jam."
Tristan, who had been watching the scene unfold, spoke up. "If we go back to the Martinez mansion, I feel like those guys would be waiting for us. But how about we go to the Rivera mansion? I'm sure there must be someone who can help."
Dylan nodded, his eyes still fixed on Frudi's pale face. "If that's what you think is best, okay."
