“Get her to the hospital. Now.” Ricky didn’t hesitate. His sister was already at Jolene’s side, helping her move, one arm wrapped around her as Jolene struggled to stay upright. “My legs…” Jolene gasped. “I can’t— I can’t feel them properly.” “Don’t think about it,” his sister said quickly. “Just keep moving.” Behind them, Keola let out another loud, frantic cry.
Ricky turned, grabbing hold of the reins, trying to keep her back as she pushed forward again. “Go!” he shouted. “I’ve got her—just go!” They didn’t argue. Within seconds, the truck roared to life and sped off down the road. Jolene leaned back in the seat, her breathing uneven, her hands gripping tightly at her sides.
The numbness didn’t go away. If anything… it spread. At the hospital, everything moved fast. Doors opened. Voices overlapped. Hands guided her onto a stretcher. “Back pain, numbness—pregnant,” someone said quickly.
And just like that, she was taken inside. By the time Ricky arrived, breathless and shaken, it was already too late to follow. All he could do now was wait.