The threat hit home, and the media quickly scattered far enough for the paramedics to enter the hall and tow the Hawthorne patriarch away in the stretcher, while Isaac jogged alongside them and rattled off his observations to the paramedics. Dimitri looked like he wanted to chase after him, but eventually, he returned to the ballroom.
"They've finally transported him to the ambulance. Goddamn, this hotel has too many floors, so the lifts took a while," Isaac said wryly, his forehead beading with sweat. Dimitri dabbed at his face with a napkin, uncaring of the curious glances his gesture attracted.
"His heartbeat was weak, but it was still there. The ambulance should be able to stabilize things further, and the hospital has already been prepared for his arrival."
"We need to go to the hospital," Amelia said immediately, "Where's the car―"