#Chapter 85: Pull Over

Aria’s POV Whatever plans I had to break away and retrieve my diary immediately leave my mind the moment Harold started to drop. Lucian caught him first, then eased him down to the ground. But, in the next moment, I was right there beside him, checking his heartrate and his breathing. His pulse was off the charts. “He needs the hospital,” I said. Lucian, even with fear in his eyes, righted himself and called out. “Someone call an ambulance. You!” He pointed at one of his cousins. “Get on that phone. Now!” The cousin moved at once, rushing toward the phone. “This isn’t my fault!” Sheila said, becoming hysterical. “Tell him to get up. He’s fine! This isn’t my fault!” Lucian immediately turned on her. “Quiet, Sheila,” he snapped. “You aren’t helping.” At once he summoned another family member. “Get Sheila out of her, will you? She’s only making things worse.” Typically, I felt that Sheila would like fight a command like that, but, in the moment, she seemed rather upset w