"I will drive," Even though Jemma did not know what was happening, she knew that he wasn't in a condition to drive and offered.
Vincent did not deny and nodded. He did not remove his phone from his ear all this while.
"Where?" Jemma asked as she tightened her seatbelt in the driver's seat.
"Hospital," He whispered to her.
Jemma frowned but without a word, she inputted the address in the car's GPS and started to drive.
She could hear Vincent's words from time to time, "Helena, it's okay. Continue to rub his palm. Slap him in the face twice. That might wake him up."
"..." Jemma knew that the time was crucial but she felt that her husband was joking. She turned to look at him from the corner of her eyes.
Seeing his serious expression, she gulped on her saliva without saying anything.
