At first, nobody thought it was an emergency.
He was sitting comfortably in his hospital bed, answering questions, checking his phone, and insisting that he felt perfectly fine. Even when a nurse entered his room for the third time and asked him to remain in bed, he gave her a tired smile and told her she was worrying too much.
But the nurse wasn’t smiling anymore.
Something about his condition had changed.
His breathing was different. His answers were becoming slower. And the numbers appearing on the monitor beside him were beginning to concern her.
“Sir, I need you to stay where you are for a moment,” she said, moving closer to his bedside.
He looked at her with mild irritation.
“Why? I’ve already told you that I’m fine. I just need to get up and stretch my legs.”
“I understand, but I need you to wait until another member of the medical team gets here.”
