The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 909

These were textbook signs of a stroke, and combining that with what the doctor had warned them about last time...

Josiah's heart plummeted like a stone sinking into a frozen lake, the icy dread creeping up from his toes.

Time crawled by in agonizingly slow increments. Every second felt like a lifetime.

Zadie knelt beside him, clutching her husband's icy hand, weeping softly as she pleaded with him.

"Hackett, wake up... Please don't do this..."

"You can't leave me, you hear? This family falls apart without you."

Josiah pressed his lips into a hard line, his brows locked in a fierce knot.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the piercing wail of ambulance sirens cut through the distance. To Josiah and Zadie, it was the sweetest sound on earth.

The paramedics rushed in with practiced efficiency. After a rapid assessment, they carefully moved Hackett onto a stretcher.

A medic strapped an oxygen mask over his face, instantly covering his mouth and nose, while the portable heart monitor beeped with an urgent, terrifying rhythm.

Zadie lunged forward, desperate to hold his hand, but a medic gently yet firmly blocked her path.

She clung to Josiah's arm as if it were her only lifeline, her body trembling so hard her knees buckled. "Josiah... is your dad... is he going to..."

She couldn't bring herself to say the word.

"Mom! Pull yourself together!"

"Now is not the time. Let's get in the ambulance! We'll talk at the hospital!"

"As long as we get him there in time, Dad will be fine."

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