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My heart ached, my helplessness mirroring his struggle.
Instinctively, I reached for the phone to call for emergency assistance, my hands trembling as I dialed the numbers.
The operator's voice on the other end was calm and composed, giving me instructions and assuring me that help was on its way.
But time seemed to stretch infinitely as I waited for the medical team to arrive, each second feeling like an eternity.
My hands shook with fear as I checked his vitals and did anything I could to find out the cause behind the sudden deterioration of his health, but there was nothing I could do. For starters, the necessary equipment to handle this kind of impromptu situation was not around.
I did not have the skill set to handle what was happening, especially when I didn’t know the cause.
I knelt beside Dante's father, my hand gently resting on his chest.
I tried to offer what little comfort I could, whispering soothing words in an attempt to calm his tormented spirit.
But the reality of the situation weighed heavily upon me. His body trembled with each spasm, his coughs growing weaker.
His eyes were wide open, and he lifted a trembling hand.
His lips, stained red, opened and closed several times around his bouts of coughs.
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I tried to understand what he was trying to tell me.
No matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t understand what he wanted to tell me.
His actions became increasingly frantic and urgent, leaving no doubt that the message he needed to convey was of grave importance.
The sheer desperation in his eyes and the way he struggled to find his voice made it evident that time was running out, compelling him to summon every ounce of strength to share his final words, but it was in vain.
I immediately made another call to Luigi.
The room felt suffocating, the air thick with a mix of fear, anguish, and impending loss.
I prayed silently, desperately hoping for a miracle, for a sudden reversal of his deteriorating condition.
But as the minutes ticked by, it became clear that our prayers would go unanswered.
Luigi burst into the room with an air of controlled urgency.
His normally composed demeanor was momentarily shattered as he hurriedly entered, his steps quick and purposeful.
The click of his polished shoes echoed through the space, punctuating the atmosphere with a sense of immediacy.
His eyes scanned the room with sharp focus, his face betraying a mixture of concern and determination.
“I have no idea what happened. He was fine when I left, but I saw him like this when I came back!” I immediately explained.
“Have you contacted the hospital?” He asked, and I nodded my head.
I couldn’t help but admire how calm Luigi was, though I knew he was anything but when I saw his clenched fists.
“I’ll be back. I’m going to get Madam Cortini and Sir Dante.” Luigi said and quickly took off, leaving me to watch Dante’s father struggle for his life.
And then, in a heart-wrenching moment, his struggles ceased.
The room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the echo of my gasping breaths.
Dante's father lay motionless, his eyes fixed on a distant horizon as if finally finding release from the torment that had plagued him.
