“Wait a minute, give me the address of the hospital. Angie and I are coming down. Don’t protest, we’re family and that’s what we do.”
“Jersey Shore Medical Center off Route thirty-three,” Dennis said.
“We’ll be there in three hours. Traffic is light this time of night. Keep in touch.”
“I’ll call your cell as soon as I know something.”
“See you soon.” Tony hung up the phone.
Dennis immediately dialed 911. The phone was still on speaker. “What is your emergency?” The disembodied voice at the other end of the phone asked.
“My husband is having trouble breathing and it’s getting worse.”
“The address please…”
“One twenty-two Ocean Avenue, Allenhurst. Can I expect someone soon? He’s really bad.” Dennis gripped the phone, his knuckles white.
“The EMTs will be there within fifteen minutes.”