The Million-Dollar Trap
him when I heard a gasp from the li
the floor, his body convulsing, his f
and
s voice was calm, but my own was shaking. I knelt beside him, trying to
orked on him. The local hospital was understaffed, they sa
ng my dad. No answer. I called Uncle Sco
ily's WhatsApp group. My fi
bad shape. Paramedics are he
s appeared under it almost instantly.
le
. No calls
ramedics loaded Grandpa into the ambulance. She followed me to the hospital in her own car, s
or came out. His expression told
e. "But his lungs... they're failing. The disease from the mil
seemed to drop out from under me
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