Emery is stretched too thin these days. Between looking after me, cooking, cleaning, laundry, his studies, and music, he's overworked. I tell him to take it slower every day until the day he faints. One moment he was standing upright at the stove and the next he was slumping. If I weren't there, rushing to catch him, he could've split his head open on the linoleum.
I position him on his back. Then I kneel over him, alternately explaining the situation to the 911 dispatcher and muttering, "it'll be okay, I love you, man" over and over again.
I remember learning somewhere that you're supposed to raise the person's legs above heart level, about twelve inches, so I lift them onto my lap.
His pulse is faint but there. He's unconscious.
I follow the ambulance in my car.
At the hospital, I call Aly to fill her in. Then I wait by his bedside while he receives his fluids. I get a talking-to from the doctor and from Aly. But it's nothing compared to the berating I give myself. I'm gonna look after him better from now on, I vow as I grip his limp palm.
He's so good to me, but he's terrible to himself. Sonofabitch.
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Emery [bxb]
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