Hinchingbrook Hospital
“Ma’am, are you related to the patient?”
“No, I’m not. He’s my partner.”
“Alright, are you the one that called 999?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, I will need to ask you a few questions. Is that alright?”
“Sure. Is he going to be okay?”
“Ma’am, we will know more once the doctors complete their assessment.”
Claire was emotionally and mentally exhausted. She composed herself for the interview with a member of staff.
“Start from the very beginning and tell me the sequence of events, please.”
Claire hesitated. “Okay, do you want the adult version?”
The nurse nodded.
Claire was extremely embarrassed. “We were making love and all of a sudden he started gasping for air.”
The nurse interrupted. “Hold on, the 999 report says they found him in the kitchen, unresponsive. How did he get from the bedroom to the kitchen?”
Claire was more embarrassed. “I never said we were in the bedroom,” she clarified.
“Oh! Continue, then.”
“Okay, where was I? I remember. I knew he was gasping for air, but I interpreted that as something else, you understand?”
“Clearly.”
“It wasn’t until I saw a permanent glazed look in his eye that I realized something was terribly wrong. That’s when I called 999. We were so lucky to have an off-duty paramedic as a neighbor.”
“Some call it luck; others call it God watching over us,” the nurse asserted.