James lay motionless on the floor, his face pale.

"Oh my God, what did I do?", I screamed, rushing to his side.

"James, wake up, pls. I'm sorry", I shook him gently, but he didn't respond.

What am I going to do?

I hope--- I hope he's going to be okay.

I wanted to take action to help him but what was I going to say?

I snapped out of my thoughts long enough to call the ambulance, my voice trembling as I spoke.

"Please, help, my husband is dying", I said, crying.

The operator asked too many questions, and I had to yell for them to come.

I felt...