Chapter 80: TOUCH AND GO

"Please, baby, don't leave me. Please, God, help him," I begged and prayed as I sat opposite Flynn. I couldn't see his face anymore. A medic leaned over him and hooked up the electrocardiograph machine to the pads dotted around his body. He hooked them up to the battery pack in the back of the ambulance, and connected the wires to the monitor that hung above his head.

Flynn was covered in heavy, red blankets after they wrapped his body in a silver foil one. An oxygen mask had been placed over his mouth and nose. Finally, a clip attached to his index finger made the oxygen saturation levels appear on the same screen as his heart rate and respiratory count.

"He's stable. We just need to find out what he's taken, then we'll hopefully be able to counter that," the ambulance attendant said.

"He hasn't taken anything voluntarily," I defended.

"That's the usual response," he countered dryly.