The Choice — Episode 8

I braced myself against the counter, trying to slow my breathing. It wasn't slowing. My chest felt like someone was pressing a hand against it. Then my phone rang from the pocket of my cardigan. Vera, quick question on the Oshford Quarterly. Do you have the... I tried to What came out wasn't a word. Vera? Are you alone? Yeah. I'm so sick, Daniel. Could you call Mason?

I'll be there in ten minutes. Don't move. Don't try to walk. Sit down on the floor and stay on the line with me daniel made it in eight minutes he was never late i heard the front then his footsteps so fast vira vira daniel never panicked he crouched down in front of me in the hallway pulled out his phone dr lemon angioedema allergic reaction likely food induced i'm bringing

her in now have the infusion room ready then he slid one arm under my knees and the other behind my back and lifted me off the floor like i weighed nothing daniel i can walk is me no you can't i can hold you out the front door he set me in the passenger seat he rushed me to the hospital he didn't say a single word about mason at the hospital the infusion room was already

a nurse took me in hooked up the iv and told me to breathe slowly daniel stood in the doorway watching until my breathing evened out then he stepped outside to make a work that's when i saw them down the hallway in the private consultation room mason was kneeling on one knee carefully applying ointment to chloe's hand my mother stood behind her gently patting