•48•Things Don't Look Too Good

Adam felt like his soul was being ripped right out of him, watching the paramedics try desperately to revive his father.

Wishing that the ambulance would move faster even though he knew they were already moving at a crazy pace.

Every time the defibrillator was placed on his father's bare chest, jolting him and yet failing to generate any response from the heart monitor, it felt like the piercing of a sharp-edged sword right through his heart.

He flattened his palms on his forehead and run them up along his messy hair, tugging furiously as anguish burned through his brain. But he could care less if his hair was ripped out of his skull.

Not when his dad was on the brink of death and he could only watch helplessly.

Suddenly, the paramedics stopped fussing over his father, disposing off their device, faces grim. Adam's heart skipped a beat. Had they given up already?

One of them came to stand right in front of him. He saw her lips moving, but it wasn't until she patted him on the should