When I opened my eyes again, I saw my father-in-law, George Lane, lying on the floor.
Since I was young, I would faint when I saw blood, so I wanted to give my husband, Brian Lane, a call.
I unlocked my phone, but the image of Brain hacking me with a cleaver appeared in my mind.
It was as if I could feel the pain again. My finger hovered on the phone screen before I stopped myself from calling Brian. Instead, I gave his cousin, Camden Lane, a call.
He answered right away.
“Brian, quick, come back home. George fell down, and there is a lot of blood. What should I do? I’m terrified of blood. Come back, quick!”
I pretended that I had dialed the wrong number and talked in a way that it sounded like I was sobbing.
“Don’t panic, I’m coming over now.”
Camden lived very close, just a ten-minute walk away.
As expected, within five minutes, he was already knocking on the door.
I immediately opened the door. I feigned surprise when I saw him.
“Camden? Didn’t I call Brian?”
He did not offer any explanation. He went straight to George, picked him up, and ran out while ordering me to follow him.
When we reached the hospital, Camden’s clothes were already covered in George’s blood.
“Who’s the patient’s immediate family member? The patient’s condition is critical, so we need his immediate family member to sign a consent form!”
The nurse rushed out from the emergency room with a consent form in her hand.
“I’m his daughter-in-law, I can do it.”
“No, we need an immediate family member for this.”
She then glanced at Camden.
