heart pounded. I thought we would turn over or blow
a tire.
"Sorry," I said. A compact vehicle was right
ahead of me, crawling along. I pressed on the horn in
hope the driver would just pull over, but she didn't
react so I had to wait for a chance to pass. As soon as
I thought it was safe I pulled out and around the
compact car. I had no idea what sort of power the
recreational vehicle had and its acceleration was slow.
A car was approaching. Neither of us had anywhere to
go. I mumbled a prayer, kept my foot down and then
swung into the right lane just at the last moment. The
other driver sounded his horn angrily.
"Sorry," I-muttered.
I'm sure it was only minutes before we turned into the hospital driveway, but because of the tension, it seemed longer. I followed the signs that indicated EMERGENCY and we pulled up as closely as we
could to the doors. Then I hopped out and ran inside. Two nurses were chatting by a desk. On their
right a man sat holding his arm. He looked like he was
in great pain, but no one seemed to notice or care. "I have a man having a heart attack!" I
screamed.
The nurses stopped talking. An orderly stepped
out of an examination room and the three of them
headed for me.
"Where?"
"Outside in the recreational vehicle," I said.
"Please, hurry. My friend has been giving him CPR
but she doesn't know if it's working."
Another orderly appeared. They grabbed a
stretcher and they all went out to the vehicle.
Moments later, they were wheeling him into the
hospital, with all of us trailing behind.