Chapter 7 - Calling Emergency Services While Emily Sinks Into Shock
I walked back down the stairs, ignoring my mother as she began screaming threats from the second-floor landing.
Emily was sitting on the living room sofa, staring blankly at the polished wooden floorboards.
I knelt beside her, gently taking her cold, trembling hands into my own palms.
“Emily, look at me. We are calling an ambulance right now to check on you and the baby,” I said softly.
She shook her head slowly, tears spilling freely down her pale, bruised cheeks.
“No hospitals... your mother said if I went to a doctor, they would take the baby away,” she whispered.
“That is another one of her sick lies, honey; you are safe now, I promise you,” I reassured her firmly.
I pulled out my own cell phone and dialed 911 without a moment’s hesitation.
The dispatcher’s calm, professional voice answered on the second ring, asking for the nature of the emergency.
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“I need an ambulance at Maple Street immediately; my pregnant wife has suffered physical trauma and needs medical care,” I stated.
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