Charlie worked at the chalkboard, tired. So very tired. ' No, he reasoned with himself, you can solve this and everything will go back to normal.' He will get to sleep on his bed. Oh, his bed and undisturbed sleep.
Charlie wrote something on the chalkboard and grasped the duster to erase it but the room spun and he lost balance. He fell down on the floor and there was a 1.5 chance that he had broken something. He ignored the pain and started to pull himself up by uselessly grasping the sofa . He gave up after a few minutes and law on the floor, listening to his own breathing. In and out. With whatever remaining strength that he possessed, he threw the chalk and duster at the board. Unfortunately, He didn't know the amount of force he took into throwing it. The board fell backward.
Charlie was surprised to say the least. He had never been the one for athletic sports. Don brought all of the sports trophies. There was the one time he had played catch with his dad but that had failed. At the end of it, the neighbourhood kids had laughed at Charlie inspite of the hard glare that Don had given them. Charlie had vowed to himself never to play any kind of sports again.
" Charlie, I need to talk to...Charlie!" Don came and crouched next to Charlie. " Can you sit up? Dad, Call an ambulance!"
" I don't need to go to the hospital, Donnie. Just Help me get up." Charlie said, slurring his words slightly.
" Oh, you're going to the hospital." Don said, helping Charlie to the sofa.
"Don!" Charlie said , hearing his father come to the garage with the telephone in his hand.
They all stayed silent not knowing what to say. After 3 mins, the EMTs came, checked his pulse and put him on a gurney.
" Can I ride with him?" Alan asked. They all ignored Charlie's protests that he would be back in 15 mins
" Sure, come on aboard" The EMT said.
" Dad, I'll come in the car." Don said as Alan got in
Alan gave Don a grateful look and nodded to the EMT. The ambulance was then being driven to St. Bernaventure hospital.
