Page 52 of Angel's Whisper

“What’s the matter?” Massimo asked.

“It’s Isotta. I’ve called the ambulance to take her to the hospital.”

“I’ll meet you there,” Massimo replied, turning his car around in the middle of the road. “A private room, Rosa. Get her a private room.”

By the time she hung up the phone, Isotta heard the emergency vehicle approaching. She quickly padded down the stairs and opened the door for their arrival.

“She’s upstairs. Third room on the right.”

Rosa followed the emergency medical team upstairs. When they entered the bedroom, Rosa was right behind them.

“What’s her name, ma’am?”

“Mrs. Ricci, Isotta Ricci.”

“Mrs. Ricci?” The EMT asked.

Isotta opened her eyes ever so slightly. She was in too much pain to open them more.

“We’re going to get you taken care of,” he replied.

While he spoke, he checked her vitals and reported them to one of the other EMTs. Then he called it in. They rolled the stretcher over and advised Isotta that they would be placing her on it.

“Be careful,” Rosa replied. Her protective capacity kicked in. She loved Isotta more than just a little bit.

“One, two, and lift.”

She moaned under the movement, even though it was supposed to help. Once they got her downstairs and into the back of the ambulance. Rosa joined them.

“It’s going to be alright, Ms. Isotta. Just hold on.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

They sped down the highway. Rosa went into silent prayer. Isotta had to be okay. She just had to. The EMTs continued to attend to her, checking her and rechecking her, reminding her of how long the ride would be with every minute that ticked by. Rosa continued to reassure her even though she didn’t feel reassured herself. When they arrived at the hospital, they ushered Isotta into the emergency room’s triage unit. Rosa followed them inside.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. You’re going to have to wait out here.”

“I need to be with her,” Rosa insisted.

“I’m sorry. We’ll let you know as soon as we know.”

They wheeled Isotta behind the swinging doors. Rosa had no choice but to wait. That didn’t sit well with Rosa, but she had no choice, no choice at all. She tried to sit down and wait in the waiting room like the rest of the concerned people who waited for word about their loved one. But she couldn’t keep still. It was just too hard. Her eyes kept traveling back to the door they whisked Isotta through.

“I just pray she’s okay,” Rosa muttered aloud.

“Rosa?”

She turned in response to her voice, hoping it was the doctor’s reporting on Isotta. But the voice came from the other direction. She spun and spun again.

“Mr. Massimo,” Rosa uttered.

“Where is she? How is she?” He asked.

“They’ve taken her back to triage,” Rosa replied. “They haven’t let me know how she is.”

“Wait here. I’m going to find out.”

Massimo headed straight for the nurse’s desk. He stood there, waiting patiently, but quickly, he lost his patience.

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